We were once best friends.
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  • Reads 89
  • Votes 5
  • Parts 14
  • Time 52m
Ongoing, First published Mar 28, 2022
If only I was warned that we meet people only for them to leave one day then I never would have met anyone, I would just be alone cause I know I will never leave me, everything reminds me of the one person that took away my happiness it's been a while and I am very sure he is living his best life but here I am wishing I was never born, it almost felt too good to be true the late night calls, the strolls, the warm cuddles, the chats, the random laughter and all the sweet words. I was never planning to live in that memory I was always a sad child but I learnt happiness comes with the right person  I thought that was my right person and I felt all my sorrows being washed away and for a moment I felt we could be like that forever but it was never possible it was all a dream but I got woken to reality too soon and too harshly not even a warning was given to me nor was I baby fed into the real world and for a moment I felt so empty and the only thing on my was committing suicide I had no one to celebrate all my little achievements with and life felt so unreal, I don't know how to start all over again or where to start from, My heart is shattered and I can't even find the little pieces to recollect them, i don't even know how to react I don't know whether to cry or laugh I felt so numb too numb, I couldn't scream I lost my voice,  my head ache so much from amnesia, sleeping was the last thing I wanted to do I just buried myself under the duvet, I wanted to escape from the reality it felt like I was trapped in my own mind I was going crazy internally but I can't even control what I was doing I peeped out of my duvet and picked up my phone .
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