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So, I am finding people that I would like to know about, but that I am still not ready to talk to. Sure, I can be kind. My mom can give them information about me (because she talks to them), but I am NOT over it! I have not moved passed what happened. I cannot help but think of her when I see his/her face. I blame them for her down-fall. I do not blame them for her death because they were not there when she died. I blame them for not knowing enough to guide us through, for saying that we were going to hell. I blame them for turning their backs on her and treating me like a leper. Or really, treating me like I was better than her; when really, I was no different than her. I did not need body guards. I did not need boards on my windows! I did not need to be pulled out of my school! We just needed to let our relationship run its course.