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"Grab My Hand"

by @LactoseIntollerantScorpio

I had a dream of a dead friend once. Words cannot describe how it made me feel. He's been dead since May 2017, but I feel him alive everywhere around me. I see him, In Garrett's curly hair. I see him, In the fiery red locks that Bridget has. I see him, In the blue eyes of my best friend. I see him in the freckles on Julayne's face. A long time ago, I would have said that I hated him. Maybe a part of me still does. But a part of me also wishes that I could have said my peace before the inevitable death came to be.
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Written by
LactoseIntollerantScorpio
24 / F
Published
Nov 8, 2018
Time
1m
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Part one of 2 parts.

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#death#friends#friendship#redhair#boy#girl#junior#highschool#caraccident
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