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i hate to see you this way. You are my best friend, i am yours. You can't just die. Dying isn't going to fix you, or heal you. i want to help you, but i can't. Our lives are so deeply intertwined, but we are both so broken. I want to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be okay, but the truth is, it's not. You say you want to die. You say no one will care, no one understands you. Well, what about me? We are One. I can feel your heart pound in my chest. I can also feel as you tear it to shreds. So if you die, what about me? I will die. You can't leave the autumn leaves that crunch beneath Our feet. You can't vanish from all the photos We took, the memories We share. FOR FUCK'S SAKE WE ARE ONE If you leave this world, you'll leave it a murderer. because at the moment Your heart stops in My chest i will die.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
you say you want to die
i hate to see you this way. You are my best friend, i am yours. You can't just die. Dying isn't going to fix you, or heal you. i want to help you, but i can't. Our lives are so deeply intertwined, but we are both so broken. I want to hold you and tell you that everything is going to be okay, but the truth is, it's not. You say you want to die. You say no one will care, no one understands you. Well, what about me? We are One. I can feel your heart pound in my chest. I can also feel as you tear it to shreds. So if you die, what about me? I will die. You can't leave the autumn leaves that crunch beneath Our feet. You can't vanish from all the photos We took, the memories We share. FOR FUCK'S SAKE WE ARE ONE If you leave this world, you'll leave it a murderer. because at the moment Your heart stops in My chest i will die.
My best friend is going through some tough times, as am i. Together, we are just a mess blood and sorrow. But we are one, she can't leave me no matter how hard she tries.
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Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:50 PM UTC
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