Not calling you is like holding your breath and fighting the urge to breathe with all you have. Completely unnatural and impossible. If I cave now I will take the deepest breath of my life and I will never again be able to hold it. Same goes for you; if I pick up that phone, if I hear your voice, if I see your face I will never again be able to walk away. Either way, this is the death of me.
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Author:
Niki Oz (Pseudonym) (
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