The phone

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My phone rings, Her name pops up. 

I pick up expecting her cheerful voice. 

 She says my name, tears evident in her voice. 

She chokes on her words. 

" He tried to kill himself." is all she can make out before she starts to cry again. 

All i can think is, ' its not your fault...' 

she still thinks its her fault. 

She couldn't have stopped him nor did she cause this. 

My phone continues to go off with her texts. 

her parents wont take her to see him. 

she still believes its her fault for his attempt. 


I can't comfort her. 

He cant tell her its not her fault. 


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