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tyler robert joseph,

i wrote this letter when she died. at that point, i knew what i was going to do. nothing could stop it. i really did try, tyler. i swear to you. i did everything i could. i cant imagine hurting you.
i tried for you.
i lived for you.
and i grew tired of it. i want to live for me. but i couldn't. i didn't want that. and what's the point in living an empty life. i don't want a life full of nothing. what i want is this. ill hurt less now. things will be better now. for me. and for you.

i have left you. and i'm incredibly sorry. i will not ever forgive myself for that, because you deserve better. but that's not what i can give you. at this point, i'm so sad and empty. i can not give you anything. and for that, you have every right to hate me. i am numb. and i'd rather be dead than numb.

i am sad, tyler. so sad. and i have been for years. i'm finally doing something. ill be with my mom, with debby, and with that bunny you named blurry when you were a kid.

but i am a hopeless case.

so i love you, i always will. my love for you is definitely eternal. take care of things when i'm gone. take care of yourself. that's what i want.

stay alive. channel all of the inevitable disappointment back into your craft. think. create. break molds. and while you're at it, make it about others. that seems to work.

stay strong
stay street
stay alive.

every moment, every memory. this is the most fun i've ever had.

-joshua william dun 

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