Dear Nick,
I relapsed again. By that I mean I cut myself again. I wish you were here. I need you. I'm in my head again. The pain is too much. There is a weight on my chest. It makes it hard to breathe. I feel like I'm going to pass out. My head is spinning. Maybe I'll get lucky and die. Haha, then you wouldn't have to worry about my annoying ass. I'm sorry, I just want this feeling to go away. I'm so exhausted. It's hard to move. I need you Nick. I need you.
-Sam
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Dear Nick
TienerfictieA teenager's letters to a boy who made all the pain disappear. If triggered easily, do not read.
