He Saves Me
Im tired. My body is sore. I lay in bed and feel like I cant take it anymore. I feel weak. Hopeless. Like no one cares. I tap my fingers on my phone, waiting for a sign. Some kind of hope. I shut my eyes and feel the dull buzz in my hand. I check my phone, its him again. I smile and quickly read, my eyes hungry for his words. He is my addiction and my cure. When it feels like no one is there, I know I can count on him. When I feel like I just want to fade from this world I remember I have him.
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