A Call.
I bite my cheek not calling you. I fight the urge of feeling the close ness as we sleep. I tell my self I can’t, because it hurts more when we part.. until next time. Thoughts consume me and my mind feels so heavy. I feel like your drifting. It’s slowly hitting me, things won’t go back..
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I just can’t anymore.. I’m so sorry.
(Remember no matter what, suicide is never the answer, you will always cause more pain than what you leave.)
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“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerad, The Sensible Thing (via quotexcerpts)
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