I don't sleep here. I can't. Not in my bed. Not in his bed. Not in Durango.
I have let myself fall apart- In school, with my family, in general. And sometimes, you can't fix the pieces that have fallen off- apart.
Sympathy is hard enough to accept. But your sympathy won't even be heard. It's not wanted. So don't bother.
I just need time (who knows
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