thanks.
thanks for the little comments that dig under my skin.
thanks for the hate filled words whispered behind me.
thanks for that small, pointy dagger in my heart.
thanks for that sharp knife stabbed through my back.
thanks for making me cry unnecessary tears.
thanks for showing me that i never truly had a friend in you.
thanks for making me so bitter. i think it'll help me in life.
so thanks. for making me cold and bitter and untrusting and hateful.
really. thanks.
because without you, none of that would be possible.
xoxo
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death note (s)
Randomjust a little something for you to remember me by after i kill myself xoxo
