i didn't want to be your sun, or your moon, or even your stars. i wanted to be the cup of coffee you made first thing when you got to work. i wanted to be the dumb videos you smiled at on your phone while you ate breakfast. i wanted to be your lunch break, your coworker's joke, the music you put on when you got into your car at the end of the day.
i didn't want to be one big thing in your life. i wanted to be all the little things that made it easier to get through the day.
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(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
