The First Time I Lost A Friend

Loss, shell, death
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Have any of you ever felt the weight of an empty shell?

I was 24 the first time a friend of mine died.

I was 24 the first time I helped carry the coffin of my dead friend.

I know something inside of me broke when I held part of her emptiness. The weight of broken dreams. A shell anchored forever by a wish list. That shell holding moment haunts me.

I hope that’s the heaviest pain I ever have to carry.

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