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You always ask me why I’m sad...

I once listened to you.
I believed what you told me...

“I saw your arm,” she said to me.
“The fresh cuts upon your wrist...

Ever since you left me
I thought I’d lost all hope...

Dear friend,
Please listen...

My hand press up upon the glass
Cold upon my fingertips...

Nobody knows
How much it hurts...

[I am suffering from THE worst case of writer's...
I love you so much...

The wind whispered through the leaves
Of a million swaying, swinging trees...

My eyes are hungry for your gaze
Yet I still watch from afar...

In the morning, this girl wakes up,
Stumbles out of bed...

I love you.
That is the only way to...