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Best Friend
The phone call was somewhere between 2 am to 3am,
His voice was shaky and full of sorrow as he told me my best friend was taken from this Earth.
Drug overdoses are never easy to cope with, considering you never know someone’s true intentions as to why or how it happened.
It was all too much in such a small amount of time.
It felt as though while you were speaking, my heart of th...
Sunday 24th June 2018 6:51 pm
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