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I Wrote a Letter.
The final thing we had to do in our psychology class was right a letter. It was to ourselves for our 65th birthday. It made me think of so many things. Friends. Family. Dreams. Ambitions. Fears. And more. It made me do a lot of searching. I was, Sad. Happy. Lonely. And I even cried a little. It was probably the best thing I have done for me in a long time and I love my professor for it. I will get to read it when I’m 65, and honestly…
I can’t wait.
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My legs are dangling from the edge, the bottom of the bottle is my only friend, I think I’ll slit my wrist again and I’m gone gone gone gone.
— Hollywood Undead
