its been three days since the funeral. i miss him, three dreadful days without him make me think im going insane. darryl's worried for me, i haven't exited my room in a while. atleast i'm eating, right? my soul feels so dead without him, like im incomplete.
i thought love hurts until i met him, then i felt like myself. i felt truly complete, and then it went back to pure pain. it went back to thinking about him every night whilst hes up there.
His soul left his body, its truly free now. his messages told me he loves me, he relied on me and i let him down. i let nick down, i let everyone down
-sincerely, george, only his
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