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It's been a year.

One year ago today, I lost one of my brightest stars. God, sometimes it still doesn't feel real. I'll still think, 'Oh, David will think this is hilarious, I have to tell him'. And I'll have started to call him before I remember he won't answer. And then the cold weight settles onto my heart again.

I can't deal with today. The sun's barely up and I've started drinking, because it fucking hurts.

Today will be bad for me. These anniversaries always are.

Staying back in your memory
Are the movies in the past
How you moved is all it takes
To sing a song of when I loved
The Prettiest Star