i cry and die inside. i am broken. slowly puting myself back together. all i can think of is when i was looking up from the ground when you knocked me down. puttin my arms out trying to catch my homie be4 he hitz ground. as blood splatz i try to shead no tearz but for i no your fate. your love is true an i love you. i do. now i pray to you. i do because i love you and i will stay true.
R.I.P.
D.W., age 14
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