dear you,
i blame myself everyday.
i tell myself that if i would've just woken up, or heard my phone.
then you wouldn't have taken the pills.
you wouldn't have ever been in a coma.
you wouldn't have forgotten me.
you wouldn't have forgotten us.
i don't think i'll ever stop blaming myself.
i wish i could go back.
i love you.
love,
april
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Poesíain which a girl writes letters to a boy she loves. ; cody herbinko ;
