Bring Me The Sleeping Roman Horizon
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Última publicación sáb, oct 11, 2014
I thought I was ready to let him go... but of course no, I wasn't. I don't know what I was doing that day... all I know is what I did was stupid and I'm still paying for it. I bring my blade to my wrist once more... Blood fills the sink as I begin sinking faster and faster, black spotting my vision until the last of the light fades from me. I'm gone, but I love you. I still love you Andrew Kennow.
This story is dedicated to my love, Andrew Kennow, and those who have had similar experiences and lived through a suicide attempt and dealing with the scars... I love you all, message me if you want help. With anything.
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