no, you don't understand. you don't know what it was like for me. when i was sitting in my bedroom floor all alone with a razor in my hand and tears rolling down my cheeks. you don't how it felt and then, the sound of their voices filled my ears, my mind.. and told me that i was worth it, that i'd be okay and that this wasn't the answer - that it wasn't my time and that i didn't need to do this to feel better. you don't know understand. you don't understand how just their music, the sound of their names can instantly brighten my day. you don't understand. you have your opinions and your thoughts and everything else but, you don't know what they did for me, what they've done for me without even knowing it. and to them? thank you for making me realize that i'm better than that, thank you for making me a stronger person, thank you for helping me through all the tough times. thank you, thank you, thank you.
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