and its like each day i wake up, i get dressed, i get my coffee and i pick up that grief and i hoist it on my back and carry it with me. it goes everywhere i go. and it is heavy.
tomorrow i take the lsats. then i move forward. following dreams. and as i think about where i have been, where i will come, what i came from...
it's hard to believe that an entire group of friends is dead or dying. a few of us made it. but the drugs won hard in that contest. and my best friend and my best boy both chose heroin over me.
i never thought.
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