it hurts, the pain. I want to scream, i want to tell someone. but who would understand, the answer is that no one understands how i feel. for all my fears. for it is my own self i am afraid of, afraid to give up, to call it quits. he comes close and holds me in his arms stroking my head as i cry. "I' m fine," i sniffle out. " i know, "he says into my hair..................- Z

it hurts, the pain. I want to scream, i want to tell someone. but who would understand, the answer is that no one understands how i feel. for all my fears. for it is my own self i am afraid of, afraid to give up, to call it quits. he comes close and holds me in his arms stroking my head as i cry. "I' m fine," i sniffle out. " i know, "he says into my hair..................- Z

Sad girls on film, 35mm melancholy by Chloe Sheppard | Photography | HUNGER TV

Sad girls on film, 35mm melancholy by Chloe Sheppard | Photography | HUNGER TV

I am a question to the world.Not an answer to be heard. Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway. You don't know me and I'll never be what you want me to be...

I am a question to the world.Not an answer to be heard. Or a moment that's held in your arms. And what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway. You don't know me and I'll never be what you want me to be...

I saw the blood and broke down. No wonder he didn't want me to see it. The memories were too horrible. I sank to the ground and covered my mouth, preventing a scream. I turned and looked at the open door. He wasn't outside. I prayed he was alright. After 10 minutes, I saw him running back. "Gabs, I told you to stay upstairs." He whispered when I noticed he was bleeding. I was too weak to move. Even though he was hurt, he pick me up and carried me to my bed. This is why I loved him.

I saw the blood and broke down. No wonder he didn't want me to see it. The memories were too horrible. I sank to the ground and covered my mouth, preventing a scream. I turned and looked at the open door. He wasn't outside. I prayed he was alright. After 10 minutes, I saw him running back. "Gabs, I told you to stay upstairs." He whispered when I noticed he was bleeding. I was too weak to move. Even though he was hurt, he pick me up and carried me to my bed. This is why I loved him.

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