Let my life be my suicide note. Remember the happy times we shared together. Don't focus on these last words. They're not the real me. They're flat thoughts with deflated meaning. They're all I can think of in this last moment. How I lived was who I was: patient, compassionate, thoughtful, and creative. No one ever truly knew the constant thoughts that hollowed out my mind. I didn't let you. Please don't let this one mistake change who I was to you. Please remember me as a kind man who liked to write. |
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