These are open letters to the people I've met earlier in my life. Things that I never got the chance to say, so now, maybe I will. And maybe, the people who they're for, are listening.
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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.