I knew a boy.
He's gone now.
It's been... 2 months.
It's been 2 months as of today.
(10/4/17)
He was an artist as you may know.
He said I was the musician.
One night nearing 3 am I told him I used music to block out the voices and he looked at me, through the screen of a Skype call, and whispered: "then you are my music."
Not a week later I found out he killed himself. Guess my song wasn't loud enough for his voices. I just wasn't good enough. Just wasn't enough. It's all my fault.
It must be.
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