I'm back to those nights when I am greeted with heartache and pain.
I'm back to those mornings when I cry silently on my bed before getting ready for school.
I'm back to those nights when all I have with me is a handful of bitter sweet memories with him.
I'm back to those mornings when I question my very existence in this world.
I'm back to those nights when I sit downstairs with the knife in my hands whilst tears stream down my face.
I'm back to those mornings when every moment that I had with him is all that flashes back into my mind.
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