MissPamelaD
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I look at him, and I can see the round, salty and wet tears that are streaming down his cheeks, and I know that it was me that caused them. As I realize that, I feel awful and weak. How could I let this happen to him? And where is my heart since I am not by his side to comfort him? Now I really know how he must look at me every day
Warning:
Strong visual language
Self-harming
Suicide
Suicide attempt
Cussing
Sexual references
Note:
I know some of the facts aren't right, but I have chosen to go with what works best with my story.
No hate please. This is my first story. Oh, and if the grammar and sentences are bad, I apoligize for that. English isn't my native language. I hope you enjoy it