Sunday

Sometimes I just cry. And, like, there’s no-one to talk to about it. No-one there to hold me and help me through it. No-one to stop me crying. And sometimes it lasts.. well, a long time. A really long time.

 

 

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3 comments on “Sunday

  1. Sometimes being alone is excruciating. No two ways about it.

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