Lost Love

March 6, 2012
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I collapse on my bed, clearly exhausted from weeks of little to no sleep. I was dreaming about him again. Why him? Why now? Why me? Are all the questions that go through my head every day, along with the physical and emotional pain, the tear-stained cheeks, total and complete exhaustion from the fear of his haunting face in my sleeping dreams awaiting me, and slow painful ache of a broken unwanted heart is enough to dive me mad. I sighed and gave way to the demons in my head, fell asleep awaiting another treacherous day of high school.

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