Sunday, May 27, 2012
4 Hours Ago
You think you're okay, then you wake up and everything hits you all over again.
Hurt to breathe. Hurt to walk. Hurt to live.
I don't want to be here, Lord. Please come.
I don't know how long this will take.
Just hoping I'm not alone as I do this.
One day I'll be okay.
-grits teeth-
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