To my angel hew i all most lost

I'm sorry that you herd me cry.
i thought you were going to die.

I herd you were in so much pane. I Herd you were scird. To hair that makes me less awrier.

It was much to hard to keep my one shield up. It was hard it was to much.

To hire you say "I love you"win
you were in all that pane.
want like a bullet threw my Brain

Now your ok and I'm glad
I am OK to and no longer sad

*she was very sad and she cut her self*