Hey Will. Is it ok if I call you that? I'm sure you don't care, its what everyone used to call you. It's been a day, and all I see in the back of my mind is your face on a dead person's body. One that was hung and their eyes are all bulging and it's kind of disgusting. Death makes things look that way.
I guess I watch too many homicide TV shows with my sisters.
I wish I could get the image out of my head. Or do I?
I'm not sure.
I want to know. What was going through your head? Were you killed by someone else? Did you decide your fate?
Did you hang yourself? Pass out from pain in the bathtub? Cut yourself to death? Push the trigger on a gun? Down some pills?
Some days I wish I wasn't as inquisitive as I am. Tell me, tell me!
Maybe you would. Maybe you wouldn't. What does a random girl you never even knew deserve from you? Probably not answers.
I'm wondering what your family is doing. Was it that you thought they didn't love you? Maybe they didn't. Did you feel alone? Maybe you really were. I don't know what to say,
But now you know what's going through my head.
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