•Letter 8•

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Dear Tommy,

I stopped hanging on a long time ago. I'm over the edge at this point, I should be fucking dead. I don't even remember what sleep feels like. I'm hitting my head against the wall to try to get some sleep, but even that doesn't work.

I dropped a glass of juice on Ranboo yesterday. There wasn't enough water in it to cause severe problems, but he definitely screamed.

I'm a terrible friend, a terrible husband, and a terrible father. I should of been the one to get sick.

-Tubbo

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