If only you knew how often i cry myself to sleep,
and how i die a little inside every time i see you.
I asked my English teacher yesterday whether I have a future in writing, she nodded and said yes. But somehow i still have these doubts in my head, thinking whether i should go for it.
Reality is tough, but it's the only thing that keeps us going.
The story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
- The Story Of Us.
Hannah
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