I Sit Here.
Waiting.
Just Waiting.
The Phones Not Going To Ring By Itself.
You Need To Pick It Up Your End.
Please.
I Beg You.
I Love You.
I Don't Want To Leave You.
I Don't Want To Have To Die.
Without Saying GoodBye.
I Don't Know What Would Happen If You Don't Ring.
Maybe,
I Would Take This Knife.
Push It Through My Chest.
Maybe,
I Would Take These Pills.
And Empty The Shelf.
Maybe,
I Will Take The Blade.
And Severe Through My Wrist.
Maybe,
I Won't.
Maybe,
It's You.
Or.
Maybe,
I'm Just Waiting.
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