Dear phil,
today I bought a rope.
It's been almost a month.
You still won't listen.
My arms have been torn to ribbons.
I haven't heard you leave your room for a month.
Phil what are you doing in there?
I heard you mumbling 2 weeks ago.
I haven't heard anymore.
The same song hasn't stopped playing.
Fireworks by you me at six.
Your room smells funny phil.Like that time we accidentally left the old sausages in the fridge for a year.
I have to go now phil I miss you to much.Love Dan <3
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Dear phil
FanfictionDear Phil, I miss you (WARNINGS: mentions of self harm and suicide)