
Dear Anonymous;
Cos you light up my life like sparklers.
Damn, i miss you.
Even when I`m busy, I think of you.
Is that bad? Shooooot.
I`m feeling lowww.
I feel like giving up.
I`m cutting and poking on papers,
rather than my own skin.
Shit, I`m so fucking screwed.
Please tell me things will be alright.
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