Don't run.

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I'd be there for you, these five words I swear to you

Had a bloody bad diarrhoea this morning. Stoned at home the entire day. Wished I were dead. Better off dead. But when I picture you girls, you just manage to stop me. All the pull and push factors all placed in front of me. Go to hell.

You think and you think,
You never wanted to talk to me,
Nor asked me how I felt.
Ten thousand and one apologies would mean nothing to you.
Now all I can do is sit stone and cry.
I never dared to raise my voice at you,
or throw my tantrums around.
But you would ignore me for days.
Let me swim till I die,
work till I faint.
These are the pleasures I find in life.

♥