It's funny how the same person who saved you can also be the one who murdered you. The person who put back every piece of you're broken heart and soul is also the same person who shatters them back to ashes daily. What do you do when you're bestfriend, you're savior is the one who sent you into a deep depression and literal living hell? So broken yet still can't let go. Give me back my heart and soul so you no longer own it. No longer can tear it to shreds. Being dead while still alive is the worst death possible.
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Author:
Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2022 22:22
- Category: Sad
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