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Sep 2014
it's hard for me to realize you're actually gone.
you died 3 months and 2 days ago, but it still feels surreal.
why am I here and you're not?
gladly I would trade places with you.
at times like these, I feel a weight on me.
it's pressing down on me, my hands are heavy, I can't open my mouth, I'm completely stuck.
I repress the memory of death and live as if you're still here,
but then the time comes when I want to call you
want to tell about my day
want to tell you how my junior year is going
I want to show you my homecoming dress
I want to tell you about the girl I love
tell you how great my grades are
but I can't.
you're gone and I can't bring you back
but I don't know when I'll finally accept that.
Sometimes Ally
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Sometimes Ally  21/Cisgender Female/Florida
(21/Cisgender Female/Florida)   
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