Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Walking While Broken

Understand me when I say this, because there’s only so much energy I have with which to explain so much. I don’t know what I’m doing here or how the hell I’m going to survive this. I don’t think I know where I am or how to find my way back home again. More than likely you are going to see me wandering the streets of this too big, wannabe city; just ignore the tears rattling and the blood dripping down my face and body. And please listen with every ounce of focus you have because I’ve finally cracked and I need help.

Oh, and darling, I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not, but I do need you. I need you to keep your promise of staying here.

Don’t leave me.

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