162. My greatest mistake
5:24 p.m. & Thursday, Oct. 26, 2006
Blake's death killed me again today. One of my closest friends' friends just tried to commit suicide.
I told her to make sure that she visited him in the Hospital if she could. Then I went on to tell her about how Blake committed suicide. To those of you who have stuck with me from the beginning, you already know this story.
I finished my letter to her with:
Something like this will eat away at your soul forever.. it doesn't just stop.
I didn't lie. It doesn't.
To anyone who reads this: Please don't make my mistakes.
I want to remember What takes a lifetime to forget
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I am me. Nothing more, nothing less. I write. I don?t write beautiful things. I write about things that happen to me. Things that come from my soul. Deep inside me. This is my life. This is my angst. This is my happiness. This is my joy. This is my sorrow, and my pain. I don?t consider myself a 'poet' in any manner. I consider myself a struggling teen just trying to get by in life. I've only a few things left to hold onto. And writing is one of those...
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