Hello.
If you idiots haven't figured it out yet, it's me. Lovino.
I'm writing to you. Whoever finds this. Probably Antonio, or maybe Feliciano. I wouldn't want my brother to see me like this though, he's always been weak towards things like this.
Either way, I'm sorry for the mess.
Antonio. Thanks for trying, but you wouldn't understand. I mean, who would? Actually, I think you kept me going longer that I would have on my own. There's just something about you, sadly it wasn't enough.
Feliciano, brother, keep going. You have friends, you're likeable, you were always the better half. I'm afraid you'll have to take over Southern Italy now, I'm sorry that's all I can leave you.
Potato-bastard, for your own sake, I hope you take good care of my brother. If not, I'll personally raise from the dead and rip your head off.
Again, sorry for the mess. I had to dig out the old revolver from under the bed.
I guess this is goodbye. We'll meet again. Someday.
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Merp. I am bored. Totally. And I have nothing better to do than pretend that I'm actually good at writing shit. I feel sorry for you if you actually read this. Now. I shall do shit. EGK~
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