Burn out

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Parts 2
Time 11m

Reads 12
Votes 2
Parts 2
Time 11m

I stare at them, bloody and wet, Darry holding Pony in his arms. They look tired, chilled, mortified. And then they see me. I doubt it made their night anymore gleeful than it already is. 
    
    Fuck it. I'm done being sarcastic. I don't wanna be here. Not like I wanna go home, no, like i don't wanna be here breathing in this sick cold air, be here thinking these mean hurtful thoughts. I don't wanna be standing here in the rain i love so much. And just like that, my wishes come true. Cold. Hard. Concrete.All Rights Reserved

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I stare at them, bloody and wet, Darry holding Pony in his arms. They look tired, chilled, mortified. And then they see me. I doubt it made their night anymore gleeful than it already is. 
    
    Fuck it. I'm done being sarcastic. I don't wanna be here. Not like I wanna go home, no, like i don't wanna be here breathing in this sick cold air, be here thinking these mean hurtful thoughts. I don't wanna be standing here in the rain i love so much. And just like that, my wishes come true. Cold. Hard. Concrete.

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