My best friend- well, one of them, whom I considered my girlfriend, died. The irony. On Halloween. The day of renewal to the Pagans. And she renews her life with death.
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I don't think I'll ever be ok.
She was my friend before anyone else was in this school. I was her first friend here. And I hated her for it. I loved her so much, but I couldn't help to hate her. Goodnight, sweetheart, there is nothing more to say, things fall apart, hearts are broken every day... If I only had the strength to burn out into the crowd for swallowing you whole...
And now you're gone.
Goodbye, Chelsea. I love you.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Sun Nov 01, 2009 @ 09:48pm · 0 Comments |