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i'm counting all the photos of you hanging from my mirrors and walls. i keep losing track of the number i am at because there are so many. my mind gets lost half way through... cuz the pictures i count bring back every single memory i dont want to remember. all i have to do is take them down but i'm scared. i have nothing to replace them with... you call this getting it over with? as if i spent a year and a half on my toes for you. just waiting for you to let me down. well you did. you let me down well. you make me want to die my hair black and wear ripped up jeans. cut my wrist and hide it with the watch you gave me last May. this is my letting go. my getting over with. spending all night putting these picturse in a box, marked with your name in red pen and taped up for my sake. i know now that you will always be fake. but have the ability to take my heart away. stay where you are i dont ned your black heart. stay where you are i dont need your black heart. stay where you are i dont need your black heart. there were 21 photos in that taped up box. and i'm 21 steps closer to you being gone for good.

call 911, i'm already dead but someone should be caught and held responsible.