Holding on is so exhausting. I can feel my mind slipping away. Oh god. Hold on to me, someone. Hold me tight and don't let me go.
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
August 18th, 2007
Holding on is so exhausting. I can feel my mind slipping away. Oh god. Hold on to me, someone. Hold me tight and don't let me go.
