Alone.
Broken.
Angry.
Alone.
Shattered.
Alone.
Dead.
Not dead, but close. Might as well be. They are. I'm not. Why? Because I didn't want to go out and have fun. I wanted to relax and catch up on sleep. I didn't want to be alone but I knew they wanted to go and let loose. I stayed behind. I told them to call me if someone got too drunk. I got the call eventually. The call to come pick them up, at the morgue. That was 53 hours and 4 min ago. I haven't ate, slept or spoken. I deleted my Twitter and changed the password to all the groups scocial medias. There is no more PTX-anything. There is nothing left. There is nobody left. I lost my sister, brother, best friend , princess and most importantly, my Queen. With them left my happiness, life and voice.
I.
AM.
DEAD.
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