dear leo,
i was supposed to be your older sister and i guess i am, i still talk to you and i smile and you can't tell that it's fake, can you? and i still draw silly things in your sketchbook but what i'm most afraid of is one day you become like me, you cut yourself up and you don't tell anyone and the last time you close your eyes there might be drugs in your blood and no one is there and will i last to see that? i hope you'll be better than me.
ren.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
dear leo,
i was supposed to be your older sister and i guess i am, i still talk to you and i smile and you can't tell that it's fake, can you? and i still draw silly things in your sketchbook but what i'm most afraid of is one day you become like me, you cut yourself up and you don't tell anyone and the last time you close your eyes there might be drugs in your blood and no one is there and will i last to see that? i hope you'll be better than me.
ren.
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