DARK
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Shahmir, a painter, was found dead on a fine Monday morning under the greenwood tree. He wrote a letter to his father, Sikander Khalid. With his death, he opened a lot of eyes and gave them a lesson. Your words can kill someone.
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Note: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind. Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talking to you, pouring out my thoughts, opinions, everything. Now that you’re gone, I have no idea what to do with myself anymore. It's just that I wish you didn't left me alone, Bailey. I blame myself for every single thing that you went through, if it wasn't for me, you would still be here. But no, I chose to be ignorant. I'm so sorry for that.

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