To Divine-- We will not fall to pieces By Rachel Mendoza
Divine,
It's been months after you are gone and here I am, recently contemplating on things I should have done right after the news of your death. Vine, I was never a good friend to you. I know I wasn't bad, either. It's just that because of my fear of being labeled as soft-hearted during high school, I never really have the guts to tell you I love you. I never cried after hearing the sad news. I even thought it was one of the prank jokes Tophe, Lenard and Mark enjoyed doing when asked about the whereabouts of our long gone friends. But it wasn't a joke. You were gone. You died in an asylum without us around to take care of you. You died alone. You know I wish I was with you before you died so we could talk how much we loved Avril Lavigne and her songs during our sophomore years. You were good memorizing her songs, I for one never tried to do it.
I know how you loved Avril and how you relate your life with some of her songs. Whenever I hear Fall to Pieces, it greatly reminds me of you. The old, brown-haired Avril with all the black and spikey bangles and bracelets and the skater Avril. Her songs was you. The old Avril was you. I really don't know what happened and you suddenly changed. Partly, we were to blame. We got so focused on things graduating students do and we neglected you and your needs. You were our self-proclaimed campaign manager when we ran for student elections then, because of circumstances and your 'specialness', you ran as independent candidate, gaining trust from the lower sections. I can still remember how you tried to persuade the students to go to the church you used to attend to 'cleanse' their spirits and to be saved. They never knew what was happening with us. Well, I hardly knew what was happening with you.
Vine, you never gave me the chance to talk to you, to feel you. You locked yourself up to a world I would not dare enter. I am so willing to listen to whatever you have to say. No matter how stupid it would sound, no matter how long our conversation would be, I would listen to you. That's the only thing I could do as a friend. But, now that you are gone, how could I figure you out?
I guess I was to blame, too. Listening to you was the least I could do but I never did. Divine, hydrochloric acid would never listen to you. It only made your death classic. Contemplating now was the only thing I could do. I know I would still see you one day. To the place where there would be no muriatic acid to take you away, I would listen. We would forever play classic Avril songs and talk about things we never did when you were still here. Death may not be as simple as autumn leaves, but life is not as beautiful as spring either. To death we are departed, but I know we will meet again. I love you Divine. I always will.
In sanity and in insanity,
Rachel
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I know how you loved Avril and how you relate your life with some of her songs. Whenever I hear Fall to Pieces, it greatly reminds me of you. The old, brown-haired Avril with all the black and spikey bangles and bracelets and the skater Avril. Her songs was you. The old Avril was you. I really don't know what happened and you suddenly changed. Partly, we were to blame. We got so focused on things graduating students do and we neglected you and your needs. You were our self-proclaimed campaign manager when we ran for student elections then, because of circumstances and your 'specialness', you ran as independent candidate, gaining trust from the lower sections. I can still remember how you tried to persuade the students to go to the church you used to attend to 'cleanse' their spirits and to be saved. They never knew what was happening with us. Well, I hardly knew what was happening with you.
Vine, you never gave me the chance to talk to you, to feel you. You locked yourself up to a world I would not dare enter. I am so willing to listen to whatever you have to say. No matter how stupid it would sound, no matter how long our conversation would be, I would listen to you. That's the only thing I could do as a friend. But, now that you are gone, how could I figure you out?
I guess I was to blame, too. Listening to you was the least I could do but I never did. Divine, hydrochloric acid would never listen to you. It only made your death classic. Contemplating now was the only thing I could do. I know I would still see you one day. To the place where there would be no muriatic acid to take you away, I would listen. We would forever play classic Avril songs and talk about things we never did when you were still here. Death may not be as simple as autumn leaves, but life is not as beautiful as spring either. To death we are departed, but I know we will meet again. I love you Divine. I always will.
In sanity and in insanity,
Rachel
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