Don't run.

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four in the morning.
and i cant get t sleep.
waking up at seven.
which means three hours of sleep.
now it's killing me,
somehow whatever you said about looking on the bright side,
apparingly it's a lie.
my heart was shot.
and it's aching so effing badly.
no he wouldnt know.
now all im waiting for are answers.
answers which i doubt are the ones im searching for.
living in this place,
where everywhere i turn reminds me of you.
i realised how you treat me so jokingly.
somebody shoot me in the head.
just,
what the fuck.

♥