Dear Fay,
The pit of doom they called it
More like the pit of loom
It's not a joke
Not something to laugh about
I can't control it
And it terrifies me
I try I control what's happening
But very thing whirls around me strangely
I'm unable to comprehend the meaning
I ask myself what's happening to me?
My body and soul replies
I don't know
So, ask me 'what's wrong with you?'
I don't know
Love,
Rose
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Dear Fay
De TodoWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
