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Nov 2015
And whileΒ Β I lay here in this warm bed. A bed that's drowned in many tears, I realize it's all coming back.
And I can't stop it this time.
I can't mutter a word not even to the guy whose suppose to be the love of my life.
I push my parents away and ignore friends who have always been there.
WHAT AM I DOING ANYMORE.
what if I cant do this anymore?
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