If you are receiving this then I have passed. I had a good life however the pain it brought me with is something I could no longer stand to bare. I know I will bring disappointment towards you, my family but I could no longer bare the pain.
Atsushi if you are to read this I want to say thank you and that I'm sorry. I know you will think of a way to blame yourself but in reality you were what kept me going for so long. I have no regrets in making you join the agency and I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a life without pain.
I know this time I'll be successfull and knowing that makes it so much harder for me to write this all the other times I wrote one of these letters apart of me knew that I wouldn't succeed.
Thank you everyone at the agency for everything.
Unfortunately I won't be going out beautifully but in honesty I don't know any buts. I don't even want to die but I want it all to end.
Goodbye
I'm sorry.
-Dazai Osamu 17/1/--
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