I don't really know what to say. There's words that cannot express how sorry I am. I very much wish it were me who died and not you. You had so much going for you, I don't. I'm going to be a deadbeat and probably die in a street fight anyway. You on the other hand, had a scholarship going for you and you're smart too. You would figure out a way to get over me dying. The kids over here are really mad at me for what I have caused. They wrote that I was a killer on my locker, and give me funny looks. I can't take you being gone. It's stressing me out a lot! The folks even got me seeing a shrink. There was a Santa at the mall that reminded me of you and I broke down. My girl Keisha cheered me up though, she's been helping me get through. Anyway, there's words that cannot express how sorry I am. Let me put it like this:
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. . . . .
Your boy,
Andy
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