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Mar 2015
I want
To yell at you
Kick you
Pound my fists on your chest
I want to tell you how angry I still am that you picked up dope again
Calling from the Reno jail on New Years eve
All fun and games

ha ha ha
Laughing right up until the text came that
Steve has passed away
maybe checking into some paradise unknown
without me
you *******.

I want to thank you

for coming over that last night and using my phone to call your family
so your sister could notify me you were gone
because she had my number

I want to thank you

For leaving me with the gift of her friendship
Her and I being able to grieve together

I want to thank you

for all you gave me
left me with
shared with me
did for me
including this set of kitchen knives
this aching heart
stupid arguments

I'm still angry
And I still love you
You *******
Sarah-Depression-and-the-5150s
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   Shylah S
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