lily9897
She only had one hundred words to explain, and nobody would believe what she had to say. It took one hundred minutes to understand the consequences, and one hundred years to live with it. She died in one hundred seconds, and it took one hundred shovels to dig a deep enough grave.
that's what i tell myself when i can't. when i can't go on anymore. when i feel like i don't know what else to do. i take a breath. over and over again. i breathe. that's what i tell myself when i want to give up and there's nothing left to do. i can hear it and see it when i'm cold or cold hearted. it never fails me. it hasn't yet.
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