Killing Me.
I don't know if I can do it anymore.
It's kinda killing me, I think.
I can. I can do it, but it feels like I can't.
I can't breathe when I'm around him.
I just wish he'd acknowledge my existence.
I'm willing to wait until he makes a decision.
Copyright © Kelli Smith | Year Posted 2009
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