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I still think about the things you showed me in your apartment with such excitement as a child and my inherent fondness towards you I still think about how you instabilities and the t i c king ideas that kept you awake and bustling until your eyes forced your body to shut down I still think about the golden sunrise and sky on the day the police found your mind scattered across an empty kitchen floor I still think about and wonder what would of happened if my mom had picked up your phone call at three in the morning I still think about your empty house, your empty head you're empty
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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I still think about the things you showed me in your apartment with such excitement as a child and my inherent fondness towards you I still think about how you instabilities and the t i c king ideas that kept you awake and bustling until your eyes forced your body to shut down I still think about the golden sunrise and sky on the day the police found your mind scattered across an empty kitchen floor I still think about and wonder what would of happened if my mom had picked up your phone call at three in the morning I still think about your empty house, your empty head you're empty
I showed this to my mother, all she said was "I think about that phone call every day"
#suicide#death#loss
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
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