Today, on January 5th, it has been 2 years since your overdose. I woke up at 11 pm from a nap on the couch and the house felt eerie and quiet. I ran to the bathroom upstairs, the door was locked. I used the clasp on my choker to break open the lock. I cried for 50 days and 50 nights. I knew you for 11 years but we dated for only 8 short, sweet months. You said we could get married in 2 years, though. I will make sure no one ever forgets about you. Your sleeve was so much sicker than mine but you never made me feel like that. You were a true thug til the day you died and you were my best friend. You didn’t want to die. It’s important to ask for help if you are suffering from an addiction or are mentally unwell. I know I should have, now. I will always love you.
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