Sometimes... I like to think that you're alive

Sometimes... I still text you.

Just to see the "not delivered"

Now

I just miss you

I miss everything

I miss the way you used to smile at me

The way we would FaceTime until 5 in the morning

I scroll through all of your old social media

wishing for some miracle to happen

for something new to be there

But there will never be

Because I lost my best friend

to Suicide

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