Xavier Pov
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When I woke up ,this late evening.
My body next to the rest room
The feeling wasn't great.
The needle mark, was clear..I know I should do better
But I'm failing and the fact that I'm failing makes me angry
Being angry doesn't help me either
I'll do worse being angry.
I stare at her empty bed which feels cold.
I snapped when she was at my room's door.
Now I'm here waiting in hers.
Sometimes I can talk a little too much.
But, I can't help it.
the door cracks slightly as I settle down on the bed.
Like I wasn't waiting or maybe I'm just here by accident
Because I don't want her to read anything too much.
I'm not sure why I am here or what I am going to say.
But deep down I didn't mean what I told her previous day.
But I have no idea how to take back the w
