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It was cold and we usually had the same dinner for weeks on end, but the home was a lot better. My baby sister was my best friend, my other sister my second best friend.  It felt like I got back part of the
To a boyfriend from long ago: Looking back on things, you were foul You spouted lies,  Painted false pictures with black and white  when you knew I preferred color.
january, noah's funeral. february, this shouldn't have happened. march, it's all my fault. april, i should have talked to him more. may, take a deep breath.  june, i miss him.
I look into a dark void shadows surround me, grasp me into their winding fingers pulling me in by my hands, accelerating. Is the light at the end of the tunnel real?  
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