stuck in her own grief to see me, and my dad thinks pain isn't something to ever be discussed. Even my boyfriend has let me down over and over again. It feels like there is only one way forward, only one way out. Just when I'm ready to end my own life, something sucks me back in. One note. One sweet song to keep me going. Those melodic melodies sweetly singing in my ears give me hope.

Each morning, I figure, what's one day more? One more day for someone to see me. To hear me. To save me. But can they? Will they?

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