Things are not better in the morning.
I need to leave in eleven minutes and I'm still in my bath robe crying and listening to The Smiths.
I don't know why I am crying. Yesterday was beautiful and you were beautiful but I still couldn't breathe.
I can't stop crying and I want to go back to bed and never ever wake up.
I need a hug.
I need something to eat.
I need someone to listen to me.
- Dagger.
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