the rest of the song after 18 years of age i think may be about him  

I found a sketchbook I owned when I lived in texas, this isn't really a song, but more of a story about my growth from an ignorant, selfish child, from a young boy who began to experience hell and hurt, to somebody who wants more than anything to help those experiencing hell and hurt. I hope you enjoy.
the story:

7 to 13 years ago
your little sketchbook snuck it's way into your posession. so little. so carefree
when you were a selfish brat who never saw the world outside of the light load you carried

you left home 13 years later
young, naive, and scared.
clinging to your materialistic desires.
and look at you now;
not so naive anymore.
you've learned so much, but it's not so easy now
18 years later you've discovered so much happiness subjective
not too many are as lucky as you 
life is pain but you know that now 
you know relentless pain
you know the endless rain
everything is burning as you sing
trying to save broken minds
take them under your wing
anything that you can do
to help the souls who felt like you
sometimes words make do
when you don't stop asking who
who will help me thru

you know hell

I spend every single day thinking about how it’s always someone’s last, and it’s never going to end, until it does, of course.

learning to know hell from the beginning

she/her
https://linktr.ee/scruffpuppie
willows, weep for me

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