I want to scream and scream, not to hold anything back and to let tears come as they will; but you won't let me, you have deserted me again - keeping within distance but denying me the truth, the truth that I did try and kill myself and that you did not care at all.
Author notes
Eh. Not much to say, actually.
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- Sorrow by Oddems..
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This is one of my favorites so far. You wrote it well, with sorrow, anger, and a skilled touch. Smile; you're a finalist. Good luck!
PR
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