Dear Matt
You haven't talked to me for a week.
I guess you do regret it.
I just wish you'd talk to me.
I kept having panic attacks and my wrists are sore from all the cutting.
Please talk to me.
I haven't eaten all day, I was too scared to leave my room.
Why won't you talk to me?
I couldn't sleep at all this week.
Do you not like me anymore?
Probably not.
Maybe some of us are made to be broken.
Rose
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Letters To You
Teen Fiction"I suppose some of us are just meant to be alone. Forever"
