December 2, 1995

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Dear You,

I can't think straight. I'm standing on the bridge. It's late and the wind is howling. I don't know what to do. I don't know what I should do. I wish I was drunk or high or dead. Anything to stop feeling this way. I'll do anything.

Please, Zander. I love you. I miss you. I miss my older brother who was always there. Please.

Be here for me, one last time.

I don't know what to do, Zander.

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