The Monsters Under My Bed
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Dernière publication mer., déc. 18, 2013
I'm sorry. I'm sorry that there's a possibility you'll be left with an unfinished sentence. I'm sorry you might not get the whole story. I'm sorry I might not be able to answer your questions.
You see, I'm just a girl battling life. And I'm losing. My name is Lena, and I'm going to kill myself.
I know I shouldn't, but sometimes life hits back too hard. Sometimes my demons haunt me. Sometimes, it's like I'm meant to die- so I've got to put that gun to my head, I've got to swallow the bottle of pills, I've got to die. Don't you see?
I'm not strong enough to survive the monsters under my bed.
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