I can't talk anymore. I'm at a lost for words.
This silence is swallowing me little by little. It plagues itself as your friend, helping you along the way and your struggles, however at the same time it takes advantage of you. I can't talk without being awkward, or sound extremely rude. How am I supposed to have any friends if this goes on? Jay was here to help me and I helped him. But it's just so hard to forgot him. My silence is killing me; just like how it killed Jay. I killed Jay. I killed him because I was silent. It's all my fault. It should have been me. I should've been dead not Jay.

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General FictionHow was I supposed to live when there's nothing to live for? *possible trigger warning*