My best friend’s gone. I cried in
the bathroom ‘cause I didn’t want my sister to see me. I don’t want her
remembering Princess and Coco again. She felt like an older sister to me, and I
know no one else will ever be like her. Sometimes I wonder why angels keep
finding me. Maybe I’m too dark, or maybe they’re too kind. I don’t know what
else to say, or if I should’ve said anything at all
Tonight I’ll read until tears blur
the words and I drift off before I even know it.
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