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One of my friends died last night to a overdose of OxyCotton. He fell asleep and never woke up. I was his wrestling partner for a year, and a really good friend to his family. It just hasn't sunk in yet. I really did not see him that often here at bama, but to know he no longer walks the grounds I do is insane. It makes me realize even more about what substance abuse can really do to you. Through these programs that I attend and the knowledge I have about different drugs and different situations in life, death is the hardest one to overcome to me. I just cannot believe it. To be honest I never cried at my grandfather's funeral. I was close to him but, for some reason I didn't cry. I havn't cried about this yet, and I don't know if I will or not. I just feel sad and horrible. I've been doing so good lately and to hear this is such a heart breaker. If things really happen for a reason then why did this? I find myself asking that a lot. I know I can be strong and overcome this but it's crazy to think that just a little while ago he was taking me home from wrestling practice...