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Hey you,
 
Well, I guess you're reading this. You broke the code and figured out where I hid the note, or at least I hope you did. My mp3 was probably the second thing you checked, right? Knowing you, you probably didn't even notice the incorrectly named songs at first, you just wanted to feel close to me through the music. I guess I have some explaining to do, after all, you didn't leave me. You promised you wouldn't, and you didn't. I left you, I left and I guess I can't come back. So...bear with me as I try to explain.
 
I knew it'd be a long year from the day we were shown a proof in geometry that proved how girls are evil. I knew from the moment we were told no one cares about us in history that the year would be depressing. I also knew from the moment I walked into my english class there was a strong possibility I would get beat up. Overall, I knew it would be a bad year. Fate never took pity on me.
 
I never realized how bad it truly would be though, the sheer amount of trauma and drama. I was never a bright student, nor an excellent friend. For the most part people ignored me, and I ignored them. There is always that one person though, who manages to make the world seem okay. So far that person has changed year to year, no one can last through my melancholy very long. People promise to never leave, to never ever abandon or forget me. But they do. They always did. Its not their fault, I just blend into a crowd too easily. 
 
You though, somehow you managed to not abandon me. I'm sure there have been many days where you wanted to smack me, try to knock some sense into my brain. War and Peace, that was the last book we shared. I know it bored you to tears, but for whatever reason you read it with me till the end. You don't have to finish the book though, I know how you feel about it. I know how you feel about me, though I'll probably never understand it. I pushed you away pretty often, but you always came back when I needed you. Why? Why would you do that. 
 
I know you remember the day I told you about the promise I made to myself. You probably thought about it a long time after they gave you the news. I'd say I'm sorry, but we both know that would be a lie. Eventually I would be dead, if not when I promised, then someday in the close future. I just wanted you to know it isn't your fault. Don't blame yourself, it'll be okay.
 
It'll all be okay, you'll see. Soon enough I can tell you this myself, we won't be apart anymore. I'll be there, with you. Soon enough. I wish...I could have given you this note sooner. Our promise is our promise, but I wish you'd lived instead.
 
-Glitch
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The crumpled note lays on top of a gravestone, a small rock holding it down. A small boquet of flowers rests on the recently filled grave, and a bit above those rests an mp3. A song plays on repeat, barely audible.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPW8y6woTBI

A girl's body lays next to the grave, her skin pale and her body still in rigor mortis.

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:aww:  :crys:  :flipdesk:

 

 

 

 

No seriously though. Good read.. Yet so depressing.

May one ask if this touches close or is just something you wrote because you wanted to be poetic?

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Keep it up Wither! The meaning though... damn hun XD

I'd suggest everyone reading the Queen of Other Writings's other topics here, she proves just as excel;ent in the others too.

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I don't understand what's going on but alright

 

you have skill in writing, yeah!

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Very nice read. ^-^

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