Personal Message
- SUMIN
7 DECEMBER - IT HURTS. I'M CONSTANTLY REMINDED OF THE PAIN. I ENVY HER. I ENVY HIM. BUT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT. MY LOVE IS GONE. AND I DON'T THINK I CAN EVER GET IT BACK. I HATE SAYING THAT I'M FINE. I FEEL LIKE DYING. I FEEL LIKE CRYING TILL THERE IS NO TOMORROW. OH GOD .. PLEASE SAVE ME. PLEASE TAKE ME AWAY. LET ME BE WITH HIM ONCE AGAIN .. I BEG YOU.
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SON NAEUN
born on february the tenth, nineteen ninety four : nineteen
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FOR IT WAS NOT MY EAR YOU WHISPERED INTO, BUT MY HEART. IT WAS NOT MY LIPS YOU KISSED, BUT MY SOUL. I LIED ABOUT MY WELL-BEING. BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME. EVERY NOW AND THEN, I FALL APART. AND WHEN I CRY, I CRY ABOUT ALL THE THINGS THAT WENT WRONG.
reblog - 7 december
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