damn mama
Voices. Some many of them. Yet they sound so far away. Beeping. Machines beeping. Keeping people alive. Crying. Wailing. Loss of loved ones. Empty. Useless. Defeated. That's how I feel. I look at the machines again. I see numbers, I don't even know what they mean but, all that matters is they are there. It's been a week since Dante got hit. *Flashback* " I love you. So much. I have done everything in my knowledge and all I can to show you that you are it for me. I don't know what else to do. Maybe it is time I actually listened to you. You keep telling me it's over and I keep pushing myself on you. I will always love you but maybe it's time to let you go so you can be happy." My heart broke because I know I love him and I keep hurting us. I agree he hurt me but what good does
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