May 18, 2010 23:04
Dear you,
If you're reading this you must be an important enough part of my life to be able for me to share this with you. Bit by bit my life is falling apart and I cannot take it any longer to bear to remain. I've grown more silent than I was a while ago, and the exuberance is purged out of my soul so much that it's not coming back, I should think so. At least never in the same way. It's really something, like how you'd watched the massive impact of the airplane rip the building apart, and bit by bit it was breaking apart and smoke billowed up and then suddenly it collapsed? I pass off the
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The police found this hastily scribbled on note paper printed with little ladybugs, torn from a book.