Friendship

If you are my friend then please don’t feed me heroin. Don’t shoot me up don’t tell me you love me. 

It’s been a year since my sister died. I watched her go into the ground and realized for the second time that regret is the most awful taste and the most expensive debt. 

Don’t fucking say you we’re her friend; that you LOVED her. 

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