March 9, 2012
You were the perfect guy, so why did I let you die? I'm sorry for that night, the oy time I ever forgot to make sure everything was alright. Now I'm starring at your empty house, wishing there was something I could do to maybe make this up to you. When I dug your grave I couldn't help but cry, because the hardest thing for me was telling you goodbye. You're forever in my heart, but right now I just wish you were in my arms. My mom blames herself for not reminding me to check, but in all reality, I created this mess. I killed you, my very best friend, and I hate myself, because I thought our friendship would never end. I'm sorry for the wring I did... I know you would forgive me, but for now I'm stuck with shame, and hoping that someday I will love again.

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