Cari__

And this is my cassette I’m sending you, I hope you hear it. All the wrath, agony, and chaos, tucked deeply in my pocket.

Ayo, I drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? And explore the unknown feeling of being unalive.

Your red sweater. My black leather. Is this a death threat or a love letter? You choose.

So if I would pick, I’d choose something that’ll off me quicker. Because the longer it last, the more I suffer.

Should I leap? Or maybe choke? Sometimes I think cuts should be deep, for it to actually work.

I’m sentimentally high, but at least I’d say “bye”.

Farewell. Sayonara. Adios. Au Revoir. Paalam.

Lol. As if.

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Cari__

Cari__

Write so you no longer need to carry those thoughts, emotions, and feelings day by day; I know it gets heavy at times. Don’t just do right, do write!