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Jun 2017
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 **** 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
I honestly don't know about this, this is my first poem. I've never let anyone read any of them before.
Written by
Ali  16/F/ohio
   Ryan Holden
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