I'm at the park playground where we met. Our place. Just thinking about you.
In your letter, you told us to forget about you, to move on with our lives, but I could never forget you. I wish you would've told us what you were going through
Maybe you tried but we ignored it. Maybe it would've made a difference if I was more supportive.
I barely can remember the details supporting our schism, but it all seems trivial now.
You're gone & I'm still here.
It feels so wrong, the space is so empty, and I miss you so much. I love you. I'm so angry at you, how you do something so-.
I'll never hear your voice again or see your eyes light up at something you like.
Maybe things will get better.
But right now I'll just lay on this slide and cry. Thinking about you.
-Tyler
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a/n: In my document, the bolded lines are crossed out, but I'm not sure how to do that here.
-Kaylaa'
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