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Dear Gabi


Dear Gabi,

Last night I had a dream that you were alive

That you had tried to jump out of your window, maybe to fly

And I sat by your side because you didn’t die.

 

But as I woke up, I quickly realized that wasn’t real

And I can feel the darkness almost

swell inside me.

It’s a feeling I know well.

And I know you did too.

 

Since you left,

My journey of self discovery has been bumpy at best.

The nut house is entertaining,

and thirty aspirin is too much.

 

But what I want to tell you most,

what I would tell you if you were here,

is that I love you and I understand.

Because I didn’t want to live until

I tried to die too.

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bylina9432
<p>Gabi Keil took her life on October 27th, 2016 at age 15. She suffered from bipolar depression. She was a friend of mine since childhood and one of the kindest and most beautiful people I knew.&nbsp;</p>

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