I’m in love with your scars and mess, with every bits of your darkness and nothingness.
I think the people we love most hurt us. Hurt us to ruin, and there’s no coming back from that. But we develop a numbness and a delusion that we’re going to be okay. A irrational belief that we’re actually recovering..
It’s okay. I just need to keep lying to myself that I’m okay. You’re doing okay, Fatin. Trust me
Is there anything that I could swallow just to numb the pain
I’m hurt. Real bad. I just want to disappear
Am trying to hold on. So hard. Just a few months to go. Bertahanlah Fatin.
Lately
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Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.
Your smell
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