There's a lump in my throat, it gets bigger as the tears begin to fall. There are butterflies in my stomach, but they are eating away at my insides. There's a hole in my heart, dug by your brutal words. There's a part of me that wants to die.
Reason for writing:
my best friend told me that she doesnt ever want to talk to me again. i was describing the physical feelings that come with bad news.
Birth sign: Libra
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