My wrist hurts, Im loosing alot of it. The bathroom ground is cold. What I need is her arms around me, I need someone to hold. My eye's are un-focused, staring at the shapes in the wallpaper. I need her to tell me it's alright, to feel my hand inside hers. Turning over on my side, only makes it hurt worse. Im staining my favorite shirt. I woke up to find you standing on the left side of the bed. holding my hand in yours.
Reason for writing:
Personal expierience.
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