Don't tell me you'll be able to handle me when I'm sitting on the bathroom floor with a bottle in hand. Don't tell me you can take it when I shut you out at 3 am screaming that I hate you. Don't lie and say you can deal with it because even I can't do it myself. But even though I know you're not able to, just know that I still love you with my shitty broken heart.
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Hannah Irelan
4/22/2016 08:19:13 am
this one.
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