Letter #11

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Dear Luke,

It was all my fault. 

Now I'm depressed because I was stupid. 

You left everyone because of me.

You left your mom and best friend because of me.

You didn't ruin me.

I ruined you. 

For that I am truly sorry.

But I can never make that up to you.

So I should just stop.

Stop writing.

Stop trying.

Stop thinking.

Stop breathing.

I should just stop. 

I'm ruining everything and everyone.

I shouldn't be allowed to do any of this.

I shouldn't be allowed to do anything.

I shouldn't be able to breath because if I keep breathing I'm going to keep hurting people.

And I don't want to hurt anyone.

With all my love,
Avery

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