Do I have depression?
Am I wrong?
Am I self obsessed?
I spit out blood in the provided basin, feeling a bit ill and blue, just to head out soon enough and hold a hand for one last time.
Alison asks me something and I just nod.
She moves her hands up, it’s not a prayer but a slap.
I hadn’t cheated.
Neither had she.
It’s a mere slip on the ice when it’s summer and we part.
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I hope you enjoyed it and thank you:3 Feel free to request if you wish a further chapter of this Max Bemis story:D
thank you
<3
Am I wrong?
Am I self obsessed?
I spit out blood in the provided basin, feeling a bit ill and blue, just to head out soon enough and hold a hand for one last time.
Alison asks me something and I just nod.
She moves her hands up, it’s not a prayer but a slap.
I hadn’t cheated.
Neither had she.
It’s a mere slip on the ice when it’s summer and we part.
-
I hope you enjoyed it and thank you:3 Feel free to request if you wish a further chapter of this Max Bemis story:D
thank you
<3
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