Someone-
...save me.
Someone-
...help me.
Someone-
...hold me.
Someone-
...love me.
Someone-
...find me.
Someone-
...forgive me.
...I'm all alone and cold...the sweet smell of dead leaves fills my dried nostrils...I cannot feel my body, I cannot hear myself thinking over the screams of regret, I cannot do anything but lie here on the forest floor and cry until my lungs rebel and I start to cough up blood.
Blood....the medium I am writing these words with...
...please...
If I am found-
Dead or Alive...
I jus want you to know...I'm so sorry....I do love you....I do.
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