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I thought of Jimmy.
I thought of my friend.
I thought of my uncle.
And I cried silently so that no one was disturbed.
And everything hurt.
And everything still does.
And I can't talk about it.
And I want my mum to come home but I don't want her to be sad for me.
So I hide behind vices and pretend I am strong.
When really it takes all the strength I have not to fall apart.
3 people.
One month.
Nothing is the same.
I thought of my friend.
I thought of my uncle.
And I cried silently so that no one was disturbed.
And everything hurt.
And everything still does.
And I can't talk about it.
And I want my mum to come home but I don't want her to be sad for me.
So I hide behind vices and pretend I am strong.
When really it takes all the strength I have not to fall apart.
3 people.
One month.
Nothing is the same.