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2015 was never going to be a good year, from the start of January to the end of April, things were breaking, my world was shaking.
At the start of this year a promise was made, a broken promise, a promise to me from a friend that no matter what they’d be there until the end.
The end hasn’t happened yet, and we haven’t spoken in weeks, I’ lost my friend, my best friend, and as the weeks have followed the end seems closer.
2015 was never going to be a good year, and by the looks it might be the last year.