Taylor my best very best friend so close she was even like a sister.. we grew, played, smiled, and danced we also cryed and yelled and even swore sometimes, she was like my double, we were never alone but when she most needed me i was not home, you see she is seventeen and thats how she'll stay she died in the week that I was away, I didnt even get to say goodbye the funeral was over by the time i arrived no one saw my tears because I did not cry, I relise that it was not my fault because even if i would have been there i could not have stopped her from taking the drugs that put her to sleep and that i could never have woken her up but the guilt is still here because when taylor needed me most i was not here
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