day 27

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( Curtis pov) 

I'm sorry 
I'm sorry 
I'm so sorry 
O I'm sorry 
God I'm so sorry 
Sorry 
Sorry 
Sorry 
That's all I hear. 
People tap my shoulders hug me and repetitive apologies. 
Why why do they keep apologing. 
It doesn't make things ezear. 
It doesn't tack the pain a way. 
It doesn't bring him back. 

I look around at are friends some cry some just hold there heads lowe. 
Some sob uncontrollably. 

The gold chain lays on my worm skin. 
The last thing he ever gave to me.
It hurts do much I can Berly breath. 

It hurts so much with out you Marshall baby.

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