darling • c.h. [bk 1]

dio

Dear darling

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My heart hurts Cal

And I don't know why

I'm the one that's going to leave

Not you

I don't understand why I'm falling apart

What is this?

You found my rum bottle

The one I used to drown the pain

To hide the pain from you

The last thing that I needed was you on me about being depressed

You would've tried to help

And I'm beyond that point now

I tried getting help before, but it didn't work

If anything, it made things worse

But you think it made me better

Because that's where we met

Getting help

I still remember your eyes glassed over, but still shining brightly

Because you had hope my darling

You had hope

And right now

I do not

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yours truly - nicole