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I'm here, I'm awake. I survived.
My heart -- still it aches, repetitively.
These thoughts are busting in my head.
I'll always be in my bed, thinking and wondering. Why?
What's going on with me? I no longer recognize myself anymore. I became into this monster that I no longer want to be around nor live with.
Who am I? Who are you? Why are you giving me instructions on what to do with myself? You're confusing me.
I'm so scared. I've been scared for so long. They're going to hurt me. I never wanted this to get out of hand, but it did, because of me.
There's these evil people telling me to do it. They won't leave me alone,
no matter how hard I shut them out, they always come back.
Am I sick? Are you sick? Or--or are we both just in love?
Am I psychotic? Are you psychotic? Maybe we both are, who am I kidding.
I finally saw the reason why I left.
Why I hated you so fucking much?
Why you left me crying at night?
I finally saw the reason.
You left me alone.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story"This is a heartbreaking, toxicity, book talking about a girl who went through so much in her life. As you read the book, you'll soon will see why she so upset and drowning in her own sorrow".
