With out you
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****WARNING:triggering, it's really frickin depressing but I have to write it because if I don't I'll never be able to finish my other book. Also I don't own any of the picture. Enjoy
As her best friend I feel like it's my responsibility to to watch over her, but it kills me. Well that's not really possible is it? Seeing her so depressed over me. It's my fault too. If I hadn't cut so deep, this wouldn't have happened. But what hurts must is not being able to do anything. Nobody can. She locks herself away.
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