Sometimes I still see your face when I’m walking through the halls to my next class.
Sometimes I forget that you’re gone.
It’s just so hard to comprehend that you’re dead.
I wish I knew why you killed yourself.
I love you. I always will.
I’m so sorry that I wasn’t enough.
I failed.
You’ve saved me so many times.
and I couldn’t even save you from yourself.
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