Heather
She sits in her room, alone. Blood is falling from her arm, she doesn't see what she has in her. If I could, I would make her stop, I would say all that I could so that she wouldn't hurt. I would take all of her pain and push it away just as she does to me. I can only help her if she lets me, that's what I've been wanting her to see.
I love you. You're my best friend and I don't like to see you like this. It hurts me just as much as it hurts you and I hate it.
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