Suicidal Angels
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I cut myself,Tate.
Why do I just can't say it to you ?
When we moved to this house,when I met you ..
You gave me reasons to be happy with.
We were both attracted to darkness but you are always here to be my light.
I used to feel like I'm dead Tate.
I used to look at graveyards and think those who lay down in hard ground, they are the luckiest.
They are dead Tate !
They can't feel.
But you told me they care and they feel I don't really know why are you thinking that way but you showed me being alive is something we should grace on.
I stopped cutting when I met you Tate.
You are my angel.
My suicidal Angel.
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