I think about you a lot. I know it’s been a while since you’ve gone but I still miss you. I miss those moments that were made during those short months. The water fights in the house. The volleyball games in the middle of the streets at night. You were free. I want to be able to be as free as you were when you died. The drunk wind blowing in your face as you did what caused your death. I want answers and I wish I could have been there to somehow stop you all from leaving but I can’t. Im a new person now and I’m lost. I connected with this book so much. I think about how you wanted to be a crow when you died when we would sit on the porch at night and I hope you are. I hope somewhere you’re flying around and loving the freedom. I’ve never told anyone this besides my best friend dean. I was molested more than once when I was younger. I think that’s what made you leaving so hard on me. I needed someone like you to protect and when you left I new nobody ever could until I met dean. He doesn’t understand me because I told know how I even feel but I do feel. I feel how laurel felt. It hurts because I don’t have people like laurel did. I wish I new people who understood me. I love dean but he doesn’t understand me. He’s there for me but he can’t relate to me. I miss you. I never knew I did but I do. Stay safe little bird. I love you shane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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