to the one who killed me

this is a letter to you when reminiscing my past I always skip over the part with you in it to avoid my eyes becoming red and puffy and the big lump in my throat that I tend to get when thinking about the tallest building I can find to stop the memories from coming back to me It won't kill me when my body hits the ground When my bones turn to dust When my blood splatters on the ground creating a beautiful art display for the people who are walking by this is a letter to you the one who killed me long before anything else could get the chance

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Alihale

16 / F / ohio

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