I never thought I'd was going to write to you. It's nothing personal it's just I've only known you for 5 days, and I still know nothing about you. Now what happened on Friday is the only thing I'm thinking of because you know.
I didn't want to tell you, you aren't supposed to know, but you were there it just happened. It so stupid as well because the people I know, I can't trust, and they know nothing about me and you're some stranger who knows one of my deepest secrets. I haven't seen you since but I just want you to not tell anyone. Please don't mess this up for me.
This was supposed to be for the people who I love or hate but you're neither, you're just a stranger in my life holding one of my darkest secrets. I guess we'll never know if we would have been good friend because now you're just someone I have to be friends with, to never get on your bad side.
I'll just look at you and not see you as a person, just someone who has more control over my life then I do at times.
Now it's Monday and I saw you again. I don't know if you're acting as if you don't know or if you don't remember. Either way you saw me cry again.
If I was you I would leave me alone because I'm poison, and you'll end up broken or breaking me.
How stupid am I to cry over the past and the present when the future could be worse.
From the girl with the secret.
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Letters for you
De TodoIn here, lies, the words that will never be spoken, by me. Things I wish I could say. To those who have hurt me, and those who love me.
