SophieJane1126
I thought everything started to hurt less, but I came back to school, and our room was so empty, and now I look and I see dust on your desk. I'm afraid to touch it, but your side of the room looks so naked and cold, and it makes my chest hurt.
It always hurts, it just makes it hurt more.
Sometimes I think I'm being dramatic- I know you for six months, and half of it you're not here - but then I feel again like I'm dying, and everything hurts, and I can't move.
I know you wouldn't have left me, us, and I tried to tell this to the guys, that you wouldn't have done that yourself, but they insist.
I don't know why they insist. It is much sadder to think you hated living so much, that none of us could help.
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