the writer

October 14, 2018

yes I loved you, a blinding, painful love that made my chest feel like something inside had

ruptured & maybe it had because there were days everyone was screaming I needed to be

saved but I didn’t want to be saved


it might have ended there, a fatal car crash or a bottle of Xanax, but we never get to write our

own stories & in the end I retreated back into my room & forced myself to live


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