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Do You Remember?
Do you remember when life didn't hurt? I remember.
Do you remember when everyone was friends? I remember.
Do you remember when grades didn't matter? I remember.
Do you remember when everyone cared? I remember.
Do you remember when the name calling started? I don't remember.
Do you remember when the pushing started? I don't remember.
Do you remember when the bullying began? I don't remember.
Do you remember when you wanted to end your life? I don't remember.
Do you remember when you sang Lady Gaga in the hallways? I remember.
Do you remember that baby blue jacket? I remember.
Do you remember throwing kick balls in gym? I remember.
Do you remember telling me that I was pretty? I remember.
Do you remember me not saying anything to you that Friday afternoon? I remember.
I remember hearing the news.
I remember my heart breaking in two.
I remember that you were different and that's why it hurt so much.
I remember spending the next few days lost and confused because I couldn't believe what happened to you.
I didn't want to remember that the world was cruel.
I didn't want to remember what they did to you.
Please tell me this is a dream.
Please tell me you're not really gone.
I never got to say I'm sorry for not saying anything that Friday.
Maybe I could've helped, but maybe I was too late.
Now when I think of you, I don't feel as blue.
Even though I still feel guilty, I know you're in a better place.
I remember that you were born this way and nothing was going to change that.
I wish I could say how much you meant to me, but I guess I'll have to wait till the angels call for me.
It's been 4 years and not much has changed.
I just wanted to say that I remembered you and I can't believe that this year would your senior year.
Do you remember when life didn't hurt. I remember.

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My best friend committed suicide when I was in the 7th grade. I never really got over his death because it changed who I was as a person. I miss him dearly. I love you, Phillip!!!