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letters love sadness

Dear Parker,
         I know this may seem hard but depression is not easily beaten. It attacks like a demon in the night, shattering all hope. Filling the empty space's with fear. We knew, YOU knew she couldn't fight it. So I write to you to inform you with deepest regrets that she has passed. Taken by age. Are only hope is that the gates of heaven stay open for her. I hardly sleep now, The empty house is to quite. I wish you were here, With ME But alas your not, your with her. I want you to know, I loved you first. I may not have been your first and I most definitely will not be your last but I loved you first. This letter won't reach you. Ive run out of stamps. Never Mind, I never had any in the first place.There are 16 letters in that box and Before I die there shall be 23. One for each day you broke my heart piece by piece. One for every piece that fell to the floor shattering into a million tiny unseen pieces because pain is not always seen. For some it is only thought and felt. Ill end it with that. Letter 17. only Five letters left.
                                                                    Sincerely
                                                                               CoronersTodos los derechos reservados

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