My depression holds my hand in the darkest of nights.
My anxiety kisses my forehead gently.
My suicidal thoughts wrap me in a warm blanket.
My self harming tendencies cuddle me comfortably .
My self demeaning thoughts make sure I'm tucked in.
My destructive tendencies sing me lullabies.
Even without you here, I'm never alone...
- On my thrown in Hell
- JoinedMarch 22, 2015
Falling For You
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This story is a choose your own adventure romance story. It is not a traditional choose your own adventure...