I have a story, and it's a lot more important to me. There was a boy, his name was Gavin. You know, i couldn't go a day without wanting to harm myself? Neither did he, we were in class, and he made a stupid self harm joke, and i said it wasn't funny.
"Kill Yourself." is what he said.
Nobody heard it. So i said something to make sure everyone heard it.
"Are you kidding?" is all i could say, and so. I got up and left class, i ran out the door, and nobody dramatically came after me. Nobody tried to save me from myself and that's okay.
I saved myself. I wanted to be okay, and so I am.

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A Constellation of Thoughts
PoetryYou were a constellation, but you were also mine.