I read the message slowly,
Taking it all in,
Just to make sure I'm not dreaming,
I poke myself with a pin,
I tie the rope around my neck,
And stand up on a stool,
I tie it to the ceiling pole,
What will they say at school?
I kick the stool from under me,
I fall with one last breath,
The rope gets a lot tighter,
I slowly choke to death.
I think of you when I die,
Thats how I end up screaming,
I loved you so much,
I thought I was fucking DREAMING!
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Nice!
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Oooh likes it (:
I still can't believe you're 12 xDD
How did you change your name btw?
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you click on account then change username, I think...
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So scary this one
Oh I know the mind does play tricks on us at times and we have to know the difference .This write scares me for it is so totaly vivid .As the read went on and it says I thought that I was dreaming was truly the shocker in this work . I do hope you are OK and this is just a poem for it it wasnt I would just die myself thinking a young person could ever do such a thing .I would love to be part of your ap family . How about an AP grandmother I am available and over filled with love . How about it
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OF COURSE!
Yes! I would love an AP grandmother
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