A Lover's Dream I ✔

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"Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet.

"Because we aren't meant to be. Face it and let it sink in," he said coldly. And just like that, he broke my hope. Maybe I do want to die.

Maybe I should let the depression drown me. After all, depression is drowning while you can see everyone around you breathing.
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Love feels so much like a dream, I don't know if it is even real.

Love for me feels like walking on thin glass, one wrong move or one false step, and it shatters underneath you, cutting your feet and drawing your blood.

Love for me feels like something my subconscious built in a weird messed up dream, like something that you would see in the corner of your eye, but would disappear the more you try to find it.

Love for him, however, is an entirely different thing.

Love for him is a walk in the park. with the sun shining and the birds chirping as he strolls down the smooth pavements.

Love for him is easy because no girl in their right mind would want to let him go, so he is the one to break their hearts.

And, stupid me, I thought he would be different with me.

When something is too good to be true, it probably is.

WARNING!! CONTAINS TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE AND RAPE!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED