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I'm sorry I couldn't give you everything you wanted I'm sorry I'm not as pretty as her I'm sorry I didn't get up at 3 am to scribble on my face just to know in the end I'll never be beautiful enough to look in your direction My wrist aches and my heart breaks of pains from my immortal past Those hurtful memories Those tear drenched nights Waking up at dawn with nothing but a soaked oversized tarp and the leftovers of my happiness Nothing was going to get better I had to be numb I. have. to. be. numb. I have to be dead Those were the last words I ever saw in her handwriting. My fingers hovered over her writing and I scrambled to my feet and shoved the paper in my pocket as my mom walked in. "You ok Sweetheart?" "Yeah." I lied "You ready for school" "Yeah" I lied. She was dead. And it was my fault.
Prologue. must read to understand
