The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before
now reared high up and washed over my head,
pulling me under.
I did not resurface.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 3, p.84
This is how I feel today.
Sometimes...
This is what Rob does to me.
I'm in over my head.
Can't breathe.
Can't get to the surface...
Bye for now ♥
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