As I was writing this piece two years ago, the words bled from scrambled thoughts, down through the blue, ballpoint pen I held in my hand, and onto the ever-so-delicate piece of paper that, at the time, lied on my dresser. How did this piece originate, you may be asking? Well in my earlier teenage years, I was in a dark place. I didn't have close freinds to talk to about what I was struggling with, so I resorted to a stranger that was anything but truthful. And at that time, I had no idea how decieving and manipulating people in this evil world could truly be. So I dedicate this to a very important individual. Thank you Adam C. , for making me the much better person that I am today.