I still cry,

wondering

if I could've helped you.

I still stand in front of your grave,

asking

could you have helped yourself too?

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I would've captioned this. I really would have. But don't you already know what I want to tell you? Haven't you already seen through the words? Isn't it clear enough?

I love you, guys. Even if the bond between us is limited to being readers and writer, I still love you in that least possible way.

And if you need me, I am here. The least you can expect is for me to listen because I will.

Telling me would still be better than keeping it in.

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