Its not my fault im young

Older now than i was back then,i made the mistake of picking up that pen. Writing those words with my own hand never did i feel so frightened, when you opened it and read, the letter that i left saying i was dead. But little did i know i would still be here because it was made very clear, that what i was doing would turn you blue. You saved my life and this is true because i couldn't make you cry, i untied the rope i came so close but you were my medication i got just the right dose.





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