So I made this mate about 3 years ago and like that we clicked. you know you ever met someone and you're like two halves of the same coin. Well that was us it seemed we were the same person just different expressions, like that book Narcissus and Goldmund. Damn it I loved this guy we were soul brothers he was suffering though, so bad he kept it inside but the closer we got the more I knew. Everyone knew him as the most possitive guy around but I knew the truth that he was tormented. Every time he passed a homeless person on the street he hurt, when he saw the news he hurt he hurt to buy a damn piece of fruit because it was wrapped in plastic. His love for the world and everyone in it chased him. I knew he was hurting but I had been super busy this month with a lot of deadlines, I thought "I should call him, he needs me" but I didn't call him. Why didn't I fucking call him?

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He looked out for evryone, whether he knew them or not he asked everyone how they were doing and not as a formality he fucking cared for every soul on this planet. If you're reading this please reach out talk to your brothers and sisters on this earth because we're all fucking hurting. Do it for him, because he can't anymore. Do it for his memory.