"stop this please," he said, his face tainted with plead and fear. fear of what she had become. the girl who's full of life and conquered her own demons but now, was nothing from all of it.
"you can't stop it, you know? you can't stop this sadness that's been eating me whole. it's still there even if you have everything- you can try to avoid it but it always come to you."
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Poetrydo you ever feel like you're just living your life waiting for tragedy? -bridgett devoue ©2017 COSMOGREYS all rights reserved.
