Dec 2017
Why did you have to pick a different time than mine?
Why did you have to be so **** blind?
Why do you have to stay on my mind?
Why couldn't you give up that life on the line?
Why didn't you think that would be kind?
Now I'm the one standing in line, surely the one left behind. The one that's crying and dying inside. Please let these feelings subside, put them away and let them hide.
Why did you have to be so **** blind?
Why do you have to stay on my mind?
Why couldn't you give up that life on the line?
Why didn't you think that would be kind?
Now I'm the one standing in line, surely the one left behind. The one that's crying and dying inside. Please let these feelings subside, put them away and let them hide.
Me wrighting to my mother that pasted of a over dose
(38/F/Florida)
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