Youth

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Isn't it sad, how you, who is a year younger than me, did that first? 

I understand... that you, who is younger than me, is more troubled than I am. 

But if you told me what was wrong, we could've fixed it together. 

You kept it all to yourself. Were you afraid of me?

I loved you unconditionally, yet why were you so afraid?

Foreword

This is probably going to be a short, tily-written fic, so don't expect too much. Although I am a literature major, I still balls at writing. This place is sort of where I could improve myself without having anyone else laugh at me, and I already have been laughed at before. Constructive criticism is appreciated, though do kindly word them appropriately otherwise it shall be rendered useless. Thank you. 

 

Warnings and  

I don't own any of the characters but I like own the story and .

This could like contain stuff that isnt really good??? maybe. idk where this thing will go since it's just practice and i'm not writing for anyone except myself. I don't even know if I'll bother to complete this yeah. Mhm. It'd be great if you'd read this though. 

So ya if you think my interpretation of mentally ill patients is incorrect, please site sources or experiences to state why they are so. My sister is a psychiatrist herself, so I've backup and everything and . So yeah. Unless you yourself is a psychiatrist or some or studying idk then like don't question it. Or unless you're a mental illness patient yourself. Ya. Pretty much it lmao.

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