Those nights...
Theres always those nights where you lay in bed just starring at the ceiling, expressionless, because you dont know what to feel anymore, you just shed one single tear that is a blackish color because of your mascara that you forgot to wash off because you ran upstairs when you got home from school because you didnt want your mom to see you cry.
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