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I think you could have helped me in ways that I can't explain. There's things that are hard to come by and you are one of them. There were things that I could express and tell to you things I would not dare tell anyone else. I can't believe how much you've changed and how much we've grown. Maybe if I'd only tought you better, was a better friend things would not have turned out so. I feel terrible about the things I've put you through. I know it's my fault and there's nothing I can do to change it. I dreaded plenty of things but I never thought it would come to this. I never thought possible that you could be amoung the living dead. I think the reason I've lacked a smile is because your dead. Your soul, spirit, will, life dead. Everything. When you died I think you took a piece of my soul with you. I will never give up trying to revive you to even half the person you once were. Even that would be better than anything. I can't believe I screwed up so bad. I was too obsorbed in what I strived for and was hungry for. Love, attetion, friends, companions, a bloody hug for god sakes. I guess I'm tired of searching for something that won't be found and finaly after greedily consuming myself in my wants and desires that I need to wake up and take a look around. I've always cherished the friends I've had and always tried my best to look out for them, love them, make them know that they're worth living for. To me my friend, if your worth living for your worth more than dying for. What I'm trying to say is I'm sorry.