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9/19/85 - 1/26/10 [Jan. 30th, 2010|10:00 am]
Tray Dawg
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Today is Tyler's funeral. I don't know if I'll regret not being there, but I don't feel like I was "supposed" to be there. Maybe when I get out of the stage where this is all fake and I stop thinking he's going to come back and be like "jk about the whole death thing! lol!"

I feel like I'm reading a carefully crafted work of fiction every time I look at the obituary, or the facebook statuses, or his wall where loved ones have paid respects and posted memories. I feel like I'm telling bold-faced lies whenever I talk about it or post something myself, as if someone's going to reply to me and say "wait, what are you TALKING about?"

I feel like this post is bullshit.
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