i beg you... please... i can change... please...
... before i die, i shall read a poem
to a beauty, an angel like you.
it's not fair for an angel like you,
to listen to a broken, a demon like me.
i am not a poet, but i shall say,
the last thing got to tell:
i am gone
goodbye... i am gone... but my respect for you is not...
holy shit calm down! its fine! it definitely not something to kill yourself over
i see... I'm so sorry! i just don't want to be a terrible person! but i think i was overreacting and made you even worry about that! *sigh* i think this is the reason i don't have many friends! again sorry for being rude and overreacting so much!
