People change, things are different and life has more complications then it had before. 'Why?' you ask yourseld. Not even you can figure out why. Things change and people are different. Last week you were laughing with your best friend, this week you're trying to pick up the pieces of what use to be. You scramble to put the pieces back together but chunks are missing. It's rare to see everyone and everything go back to normal. You can't turn back time to fix it. You can't turn back time at all. Last night you sat with your boyfriend and watched TV until midnight. Tonight you're sitting on the closet floor of your bedroom running a razor across your arm, you let out a sigh of relief. But you never realized that the cut was deep. Sitting on the floor you realize that nothing will ever be the same. They guy, the best friend, you'll never be the same. Now as I sit here telling you this, I know you can't here me or take it al back, but I'm sorry I gave up on our friendship for the guy. Your guy. 'Will you come back?' I ask. A reply came into my mind as if it were mine. 'No, I'm dead.' It wasn't my thought, it was yours. As I sit here telling you I'm sorry, I cry and rest flowers and a picture before your headstone. The picture, you and I building a snowman when we were seven, along with the same kind of flowers we put in his hat. No matter what happened Kaci, you were always my best friend.
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