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Nov 2014
My mind is a complex little thing.
Many things happen in there but
You need to understand one thing,
One little ******* thing.
I always blame myself.

When I see long-sleeves or bunches of bracelets I think,
What did I do this time?
When I see tears falling down faces I think,
Now I've done it. I've gone and them cry.
When I get the new you killed yourself, my first thought will be,
It's all my ******* fault. I could have saved here but I'm a stupid, insignificant, good-for-nothing little kid.
And I'll keep thinking that no matter what.
Because my mind has been made to think that it's always my fault.

So please.
Please.
Don't do this.
the boy that cried over you
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the boy that cried over you  Arkham Asylum
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