why won't you live for me?
It's that time again. I hate this feeling - it's halfway between my stomach and my throat and I hate it. It feels like death is creeping up behind me. It feels like shit. Maybe it's really over this time, maybe not, I don't know. The point is, he loves being depressed more than he loves me, and I don't know how to fight for him any more. I feel
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