A good friend of mine died yesterday.
He died by a car accident. A drunk driver killed him.
His car flipped three times, and died of internal bleeding... He never woke up.
Left behind are his bestest friends, and a brother, who's only a little more than a year younger.
Kyle died 19 years old...
I went to church today, and for once, instead of talking to my so called God that all else fails to think.. I talked to Kyle. And for once in church, I smiled. Cause I know he finally heard my voice. And that for once, he finally got to hear from me. I only wish I could've heard from him.. And seen him.. and told him what an amazing friend, best friend, and brother, he was.
I'll miss you Kyle...
And we always will miss you.. as well..
Love you.
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