Blunts, shot glasses, && suppressed anger.
We had such this weird way of loving each other. Constantly breathing down each other's necks, but always there for each other. Through thick && thin. My ride or die. I came across this memory the other day, where you called me your hero. For many reasons, but one being, staying alive although I thought I had plenty of reasons not to be. What about now? Can you be proud? You're not here anymore. I had this reply to that report you took && read at school. && I hope I find it soon. Because it was honest. It was how I felt then, && how I feel now. There's just more now. They say there's a song for everything, && sister, you left me an entire playlist. I listen to it on repeat. I very seldom listen to my own music anymore. But I did add a few songs. Because they were fitting. && Just like before, I will always share my music with you, just like you did me. Something was said the other day, && it ki...