She sat there at the corner of the small room shaking and smiling at the wall, twisting and fiddling with her fingers cuddled on that sky blue scarf with a book and a pen on the ground, I watched her, her face so pale, fragile and very thin, eyes surrounded by black marks and her lips so dry.
what have I done, I made her this way, crazy, insane. The sad part of all is that I still love her, but I can't have her and there's nothing I can do to return the old Mia back. MY MIA
I took the book on the ground and went through it the words are scribbled and my name is written all over the pages.
"doctor what does this mean " I asked her psychotherapist showing her the book
" she remembers you, your name, she's recovering"
By those words said I broke into Tears
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