i still can't believe it that connor is actually dead. i mean, he can't be. it has to be a mistake, right? except it's not. it's real. he really is dead.
the boy who sat next to me in capp class during grade eleven is dead. the boy who always made me laugh is dead. the boy who had a smile on his face and was full of life, is dead.
the one person who deserved to be alive is buried in the ground, rotting.
11:20 a.m. - 2005-09-02
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