Day 10

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I saw my mom for the first time since that one night she left.

We looked at each other and then went our seperate ways.

Maybe she feels sorry for me. Maybe not.

I went back to school today. Its now Wednesday and the weeks half over.

The school wants me to go to counseling, maybe I should to appease them.

Writing is my therapy. I'm planning to visit your grave and leave this set of letters.

I cried tonight. I just need my best friend, but where would I be, if it wasn't for you.

Come back Charlie, I need you.

-Crying

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