Dear God,
I can hear Jesse.
He's telling me that it wasn't my fault.
That I didn't kill my sister.
That I'm not a murderer.
I am not a murderer.
He's telling me he loves me regardless, and that what happened to my sister wasn't my fault.
It was an accident and it's in the past.
I so badly want to hug him and never let go.
But I can't.
I can't reply.
Because sleep is dragging me under
Love,
Mackenzie
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Dear God {completed}
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