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Escrevo para dizer, que talvez todos ja estejamos mortos. Mortos de alma, mortos de muito odio e falta de empatia. Para mim, a morte pode ser muitas coisas, esta por exemplo. E mesmo que você não perceba, isso vai acabar te matando. Tente não ser o que te faz mal, e tente ser alguém melhor. Ainda há tempo, de se tornar vivo. Basta querer.

It’s been about 3 months since you died and mom is still healing. I’m still healing. It’s hard to get over you whenever you were in my life for 11 years. You were my step dad but I looked up to you like an actual dad. So did my brother. His dad walked out on him, just like how my dad also walked away from him. You were his everything but then you made wrong decisions and ended up dying because of drugs. Now my brother is on a bad path. You made so many promises and broke my mom’s heart, you broke my heart. I don’t hate you though. You just had a bad childhood and fell into a hole. You tried to save yourself but you were too late. You were lost and couldn’t be found. Now we have to move on. I miss you everyday and miss your jokes and hearing the sound of your truck pulling up. I miss the sound of your boots on the kitchen tile and the way you made mom smile. I wish things could have been different and I wish drugs didn’t take you away. I’m starting my sophomore year now ... Read more

Even though you’re just a character from a book, your death affected me. You couldn’t stand all the hate people gave you. Your mind wouldn’t go quiet. But you met Violet and you had a reason to live. Why did you have to go? Why did you leave her? But I hope you’re in a better place now. A place where you can wander. A place designed by Theodore Finch.

So it’s only been 2 months since you’ve been gone. And even though I never really knew anything deep about you, or talked to you, I miss you so much…Ever since the car crash everyone has been different. The hardest part was hearing the tallest and biggest guy on the football team sobbing so hard behind me that it sounded like he was dying. And it really scared me the other day when I went through your twitter account. You tweeted “first part of summer 2016 has been amazing”. It just hit me. That could’ve been me. That could have been all of us. But now that you’re gone, a piece of all of us is missing. Everyone misses you so much, and we all think about you every day. And just know we’ll all still think of you, for the rest of our lives because we all love you. I know where you are it’s sunny everyday and everybody is together as one and there is so much love you feel like you’re going to explode, in the good kind of way.

I miss you.

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Um hi…. I know this is going to sound weird, because I didn’t know you at all, but here I go. I wanted to ask you if you knew who I was? If you knew who I was going to become? Mom always said that I look just like you when you were a kid, and I wonder if that is true. I wanted to tell you that you have two grandchildren now, and they are the cutest things. Mom miss you a lot, every time I ask about you she just starts to cry. I wish you were here so I could get to know you, and ask you about all your adventures, and how you fell in love. I wonder if you knew that my mom was going to name me after you because you were always her best friend even though you two were sisters. She planned on naming me Wendy, but when she told the family my grandfather told her she couldn’t because it would remind the family of how you died. It’s kind of ironic that I look like you, and my name is just another name for ... Read more

Ich weiß nicht wie ich anfangen soll, deswegen fange ich wohl einfach mal an zu erzählen. Ich war am 8.6.2016 auf dem Konzert von Counterfeit und es war toll. Am nächsten Tag, hatten wir eine Mathe Schularbeit und du weißt ja wie schlecht ich in Mathe bin. Und wie du mir früher immer (erfolglos) probiert hast irgendwelche Rechnungen zu erklären…. kapiert hab ich es trotzdem nie. Aber am 9.6.2016, an deinem Geburtstag, da habe ich es zum ersten Mal geschafft. Opa ich hab eine Eins geschrieben! In Mathe?! Nach nur drei Stunden Schlaf und praktisch ohne Lernen. Aber für mich war klar, dass du da warst. Dass du mir geholfen hast. Danke. Danke für alles. Danke, dass du uns früher immer in den Schlaf gesungen hast, mit erfundenen Liedern. Danke, dass du uns immer auf den Arm genommen hast. Danke, dass du mit uns Wasserräder bunt angemalt hast. Danke, dass du Oma immer zum Lachen gebracht hast. Danke, dass ich dich kennenlernen durfte. Danke, dass du mich geliebt hast. Denn ich liebe dich. Für immer und für einen Tag.

We’ve never met because you passed away before I was born… Mom had a miscarriage, and she lost you in my room that I have now. She likes to think that you would be a boy, and that your name would be Charles Austin smith. You would’ve been named after our grandfather. We would have the same last name though because we have different dad’s. I sometimes wonder what it would be like if you was here, would we look alike? Or be really close? I don’t know but I wish you were here.

uh hey, hows it going? it kinda funny that i ended up on this website. I don’t know maybe i thought this could help with my depression… your music helps me out a lot. i just finished the book “Love Letters To The Dead” and i can honestly relate to the girl May. we seem to have a lot in common. i don’t expect a letter to be written back or anything like that but maybe this will help? i’m starting a new school soon! it’ll be my junior year, and ill be practicing cosmetology . how cool is that? i’m sure it’ll take my mind of things… i’m not sure what to say so ill end this short.