Dear Erin, 15.12.16
Two years ago your father knocked on my door to announce your death to me. Two fucking years. 104 weeks. 728 days. 17,472 hours without you. That is the longest I think I can last. I don't believe I can live with out you by my side anymore. I am a wreck, I always have been since you left. I've already wrote my letter to everyone. I am home alone for the next three days. The voices are tearing me to shreds. I know you love me, you said so in your diary. You said the reason you walked away was because you didn't want me seeing the broken you. Well guess what, I'm broken too. No, broken is an understatement. I am shattered. I am so far gone, I'm scared their is no way back.
Everyone is still telling me not to blame myself, but if I can't blame myself the only other person I can blame is you. And darling I couldn't blame you if the world depended on it. You are perfection, you are my perfection. You were the reason I awoke everyday, so I don't know what I'm doing still here.
There is a difference between breathing and living.
I'll see you soon beautiful.
Lots of Love,
Michael Clifford
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