Bed  Sometimes I can’t sleep, I just think of you. I think of how unfair it is that I can’t see you RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT. Then I get scared that someday I won’t want to see you this badly, maybe someday I’ll be happy to have you gone. I don’t want to know that day.
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ancharon
says:
aw, c'mon. sadie's not THAT bad.
Posted 3 months ago. ( permalink )