aletteryouwillneverread hurt pain coping suicide suicidenote loosingyourbestfriend
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It may seem foolish to themwhy I was crying over the dresser I had no to way to express myself-except for the dresser,where I had stored my life
Wedged between the pages of his paperback journal
Still 157 pages blank from a life he cut short. I found a letter from my best friend,
Here’s what I wish it said:
