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Friday, July 11, 2014

Heroin

I guess I'm just mad because I thought I knew you and I still don't fucking know you at all. I can see you as a junior dating Nova when she and I were freshman. Were you doing it then? You said you witnessed a friend doing it and you felt bad for him. I remember you telling me that. So why would you? It just hurts knowing someone I went to highschool with is or was putting heroin in his veins. I just don't get it. And the thing is, a friend told me earlier this year that you were doing Heroin and I only half believed him because I trusted him but I trusted you too. I trusted the belief that you were too smart to touch that shit but I guess I'm not too bright either right? I don't know what to think of you and I don't have anything to say to you. Your poetry is amazing and you're wise for your age, you've given me advice a lot in the past and I appreciate that. You kept me company and I kept you company too via telephone on long nights. But heroin? I can't deal with that. You shouldn't have to either.

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