I Love You Teddy
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Last published Mon, Dec 28, 2015
I didn't go to his funeral. I couldn't see my dead best friend, my only best friend, laying in a casket looking "fine". Except he wouldn't be fine, I would't be fine. He's dead. Never coming back. Never to walk on this earth ever again. It wasn't till the last days of his life that I realized I could never go on without him. He was my rock that kept me alive. Now he isn't here anymore and it's like I'm suck in quicksand, sinking farther and farther.
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