"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
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No one will ever fill the space you left in my heart when I was 7 years old. I wish you could see my babies growing. I always hoped that you had left me a letter. For years I thought you had died that way, without anything to pass along to talk about how to live without you. But then I found out there was one, but not addressed to me. To Dad. I’ve never read it even thought he seems to think my sister has. I will always love you. I will always miss you every day I’m alive.

Sweetheart, what can I say? I loved you. I still would, but you left. You died. What you left behind…I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you turned out this way. You were the best part of my life. I am sorry for everything I put you through. I am sorry for the OCD. I am sorry for leaving you behind. Depression didn’t kill me successfully. But it killed you. 7th grade, you were already gone, but you left behind some part of you. 7th grade, 8th grade, Prozac, 9th grade. They took you from me. They stole you. I can’t even turn to Pony Pony anymore, you know? You always turned to her. But she is too small for my grief. She can’t hold it. She is broken too. I am looking into your face. You were happy, joyful even. You weren’t a brat. You weren’t messed up. You were the good child. The smart child. The best child. You cared. You knew what you were doing most of the time. You were even beautiful. I miss you. Every single day. I think of you. Of what I would give to go back to you. To be you again. To play ... Read more

It had been more than a year since you left me alone here forever. Initially, I found it was very hard for me to let you go to afterlife as I loved you the most than everybody else in this world since you were my life tutor who taught me everything from A until Z about truth meaning of life. Anyway, I promised to myself that one day, I will visit your cemetery just to tell you that I am currently a medical officer as you wished for a long time ago. I will become a better doctor than someone else. Frankly speaking, I love you very much as I always tries to make your name proud in front of the world. By the way, I am currently to find a sweetheart that will be become your replacement as I once took care you very much during my childhood. Although you have left the world for a long time ago, you will be always in my heart along with my late guinea pig, Bobbi as all of you have been my sunshine in my life back then. Sleep tight there, Abah. See you again in afterlife, once ... Read more

Okay idk why I’m actually writing this since I only got here bc I have to do a book presentation about Love letters to the dead but yeh I guess I’m just gonna write a letter to you. You died only 2 days ago and even tho I only know 3 of your songs and I don’t know you at all, I’m like really sad and I miss you kinda. I remember hearing waiting for love for the first time and it flashed me omg I love that song so much! And now I’m listening to this song again and it makes me cry really hard. I just wanna tell you that your music is always gonna be alive, that we all miss you and i hope that you’re taking care of your family and friends right now bc I think they’re having a really hard time at the moment. I hope you good ♥

I miss you more than words could ever explain. I would give literally anything to have you here. I will never understand why you were taken from this world so soon. I never got to hold you or play with you or even see you. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could have you with me. I am never not thinking of you and the life you would have had. I just wish you were here so bad. It’s not fair. I’ll never understand why you had to go. I suppose you were too beautiful for Earth.

When I think of you I hate myself and my existence. When I think if you I feel sad and in pain and like the world has gone black. Because I look like you I make mom sad, and because I look like you she sometimes beats me.

I always wonder if you’re actually traveling; just the way you told me back when I was gullible. The lie of getting to see you again is better than the realization of never being able to hug you again, so I tell myself that I’ll see you when I get home, the one that mom and i left you at before our big move.

It’s been 14 years since I last saw you, and 10 years since I last heard you over the phone. I don’t remember what you look like, but I guess that’s not important when I’m told I look like and exact copy of you; it’s not the same though; when I hug myself as I cry myself to sleep I feel cold and empty, the warmth of you is what I want and when I seek the you within myself you’re never around; it’s not like you ever were but ... Read more

Honestly ,you have influenced me so much. The way you sing ,how you didn’t care if you were different .You accepted it and you were admired by so many people .Sometimes I think of the way music would have changed if you were still alive .With all your hits .not just Smells like Teen Spirit .The way you sang poring your whole heart out into the song. Sometimes I wish that I was born years earlier so that I could have the chance to see you live .Thank you for all the great music that you wrote when you were still alive .

It’s funny how you affect me in such a positive way and you aren’t even in my generation. You are pretty much all I can think about lately and how I wish there was a way I could go back in time to say hello and shake your hand, or hug you and say thank you for what you, as a person, has done for me. I believe you didn’t want to go. I believe you wanted to live. You just got caught up in the moment with everything going on around you and drugs were everything. You did them thinking it was okay but you felt something and you knew, and that makes me believe you didn’t want to go. Selfishly, I wish you would’ve said no. Stopped your fun even if you thought you were going to be okay. Selfishly, we all think that. We love you and… selfishly, we miss you. That probably hurts everyone who is gone to see people miss them, but I can’t help to think it. Think about how life would be different if you were here. Or, how far you would’ve made it. Or, how many more lives you could’ve changed. I mean… ... Read more

Is it true? That your world was a horrible one? Growing up you realized that life isn’t perfect and it never was. Because of the Holocaust, you were scared and frightened, hoping that everything would be just fine, but it wasn’t. It wasn’t at all. I read about you, and I was just so inspired that I watched every animated video I could find about you, about your past life, and how it was in your home and even…diary. I thought that I could reach for every possibility that I have in life. And so on. I wanted to change my world. So I thought about you, and how much you inspired me to change myself and let myself free from my memories I always tried to forget. I just want to say, thank you.

I’m sorry that your mother died because of a problem with the house that you bought for your parents. I can imagine how devastating that was for you. And I’m sorry that you felt compelled to kill off all of the mothers in your movies. Did you ever reach peace within yourself? Did you die tormented? Or did you realize that you were going to see her? If so, why did you have yourself readied to be brought back to life? So that you could live a happy life? After you saw her again? Mr. Disney, please, stay at peace. Stay with your mother and father and the rest of your family as the later branches start to join you too. You don’t understand the times. You won’t understand the times. For whatever reason, Winnie the Pooh and Mary Poppins aren’t enough anymore. They have to be more elaborate. No more simple days in the sun, wishing that our childhood could have been as sweet and safe as Christopher Robin’s or at least as exciting as the Banks children’s. You will sell movie tickets for the novelty of your newest, unexpected movie. But no one enjoys the simple things in ... Read more