Your dying and I see it in your eyes like a dying light from a burning candles.Maybe it's because you are killing yourself with the sticks of death you think make you relax!ha! Well your wrong you may not read this letter but I will write until my fingers ache ,can you not understand that every time I try and catch your dying heart I crack inside ,do you ,I mean YOU!Know how it feels too kneel on your knees and pray for an unanswered prayer with red eyes dried streached face. This pain is cannot be consealed much longer,but NO you cant read this 'cause the man "you love" is not helping you at all and you love him so much forget that,forget that you promised yourself.Ha!but thats a childlish dream to think that promises are promises what a laugh.If I loose you what am I too do ,too think i've held on so long should I have become a madwomen!?Please catch your retched soul because I dont think I can hold on much longer.Too see you fade into the dark ,the earth beneath me has no problem opening up for you too dig your grave.you may call me cruel but at this very momentimscreamingCAN YOU HEAR ME!OH!But When your gone there will not be those relaxing sticks or a can beer BUT there will be a fountain of tears created by me and with my bleeding hands that were cut with your escaped soul will smear my tears into a river of blood.Even if you never read this letter PLEASE reach out and catch your fleeing soul before it shatters mines.
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