dear mike wheeler | byler

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dear mike wheeler,

its lonely. so lonely. i keep telling myself you'll be here, at my house later to hang out. but every time you dont show up to school, every time you dont come to my house, every time you're not home, every time i see your bike but you're not on it, it makes it more real.

i wish you didnt go, i wish you let me in.

why didn't you let me in?

will byers.