you were that 'funny friend' that always was called 'perfect' but you werent. You hated yourself, you always tried to make people laugh and feel loved. but not yourself. Your parents were both dead, you had to take care of yourself every day, you wanted those scars to stop growing every day. No one knowns this about you. As after months. Years? You finally decided to end it. As you were on the school rooftop. taking of your shoes. Off in the rooftop there you see. A boy with messy hair came before you,he wore a yellow cardigan. It was the first time you found a person with the same pains as you. You couldnt let anybody go before you. As he notices you

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