darling • c.h. [bk 1]

exi

Dear darling

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I got my hands on a bunch of pills

And I want to take them Cal

I truly do

I wish I could talk to you

Have you talk me out of it

But I can't

I've already ruined you enough

And torn your heart to pieces

Throwing it on that tile flooring with the shattered glass

And stomped all over it

Crushing it and cutting it all at once

Until it was completely broken

And so I take one pill

And then two

Moving to three

Then four

Before you knock on the door of the bathroom and I have to hide the bottle

Just like I have hidden my emotions

Far, far away from you

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yours truly - nicole