7:20 ;; mgc

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it's been a year since you'd died.

i still visit every day.

sometimes i bring a book to read, sometimes i just talk to you.

i come everyday after school usually until the sun goes down and it's dark out.

sometimes when i have a lot to talk about, i end up staying the night.

my mum gets mad at me when i do that.

like i should be over your death by now.

i'm not though.

i don't think i ever will be.