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May 2015
The clock struck twelve and that marked the twelfth hour.
I've sent countless messages to satisfy my insecurities.
To try and rid myself of this feeling of nervousness and fright, that you were going to leave me.
As I stare into my phone's screen, countless seconds, minutes, hours continue to pass, and slowly, I sink.
Sink into the pool of depression, where I rightfully belong.
Ridx
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Ridx  Philippines
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