Dear Zianca
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MatureComplete Mon, Dec 18, 20236m
These are the letters I wrote to Zianca after her suicide. If you're reading this, if anyone's reading this, please don't take your life. Please don't. I am posting this because I want to show you that even someone who doesn't know you well can miss you so much more than you think they will. I want to show you that people like me will care. I just want you to know you are loved, and if you take your life, you will be missed. If you need more proof people would care about your suicide, go to Zianca's profile ( @renmisseszianca ) and look at the messages people left. See how much people can care about someone who is no longer there.
What I'm trying to say is: please don't take your life. Choose to live. Stay. Please.
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