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it’s strange the fact that someone who you cared about so fucking much now seem to be happy, new friends, new best friends.
no last memories. And you’re still there, thinking what you did wrong. Why can’t you be them, be already happy right after you loose a friend. And you are in your bed, tears on your cheecks, muffling screams with your pillow. and you just feel like an absolute shit.