It's so scary when someone like me, mentally ill and suicidal falls in love.
We start feeling whole, like we've got a purpose, a reason to be here, a reason to stay and try.
But what happens when the person who's saved us, leaves? What happens when that person takes away all the hope and love and beauty and they rip out all the stitches they'd used to put us together again and the broken soul is left worse than they were before?
What happens?
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