11:44pm

The most ugly part of all of this is that she trusted you. She was born to trust you. To trust that you would never hurt her. That you would fight FOR her. That you would listen to her and always be there. That you would never give up on her. You were supposed to be there. Supposed to guide and protect her. But with every scream that trust was chipped away. With every slammed door, a little more was gone… and you lose her a little more each time you reach the bottom of a bottle…

things ill never say but haunt me because i dont


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