S another day, another eight long hours of me holding my breath T waiting for something, anything, to go wrong O over and over, my soul experiences turmoil to the extent of death P this has been going on for way too long T there has been way too much gossiping, telling secrets and rumors, lying H there has been way too much yelling, screaming, backstabbing, crying, E there has been way too much judging, faking, eyerolling, sighing B i’m tired of the drama and i’m tired of the pain L i’m exhausted, i’m weak, i’m weary E all my attempts to “trust more” was done in vain E the lines are blurry, i’m seeing red, i cannot think clearly D everything that happened was all my fault I every choice i made was a mistake N you found out something you shouldn’t have; my life came screeching to a halt G why was i so stupid? if only i had known what was at stake S-T-O-P T-H-E B-L-E-E-D-I-N-G
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