My friend left in the middle of our conversation
I’ll never know what else he might have said
He was interrupted when telling his story
Who knows where else he may have led
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
My friend left in the middle of our conversation
I’ll never know what else he might have said
He was interrupted when telling his story
Who knows where else he may have led
A dear friend of mine passed away this past summer. It was really late at night and he was on his way home from a party. He and the friend he was with got mugged by three individuals when they were waiting for their next bus. The reason my friend is dead is he tried calling the police, the killer stabbed him in the chest and then the three of them ran away. He died outside of a McDonalds, while his parents were on vacation. He was only 18 years old. His name was Tobias. I loved him.
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