sincerely, george, only his. [COMPLETED]

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Im sitting at your window again, and i'm atleast eighty-five percent sure that im ready.
i took a deep breath, flopping my legs to the other side and now their dangling off the twenty-eighth floor. this is it.
one more move and i'll be gone, flat into the face of earth and hopefully burried under it.

i missed you, i'll finnaly see you
my life puzzle is going to be complete when i hear your voice, and i'll be done with all the pain that bottled over me.

i'm free now, and if you managed to find this diary in the crevis of my love's room, in this apartment, i'm gone, hopefully with him.

my name's George davidson, and he got burried under my surname
Clay davidson
some more diary pages might be awaited at his gravestone.

George, his and his only
darryl, you're probably reading this, you're stubborn enough to go look for me.

all thats left is to fall over
and i will do that
falling, falling to my death
the sweet sweet release of bloody death
i can't wait

- Sincerely, george, only his.