As he rounded the corner, i hated myself a little more. i held it together. Until i got in my car. i cried harder than i've ever cried before. i prayed harder than i've ever prayed before. But it won't do any good. i don't really think he's listening anymore. i cried all the way here and some more when i got here. Now i feel like jumping out my window. Two stories wasn't enough, is four?
~*maria*~
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