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oh, but i know that i can be wild sometimes

July 4, 2017, nine days since Mitch died

My love,

I'm crying again.

Sorry if this is too hard to read. There might be a few tears on the page.

I'm crying harder because I'm realizing that you're never going to read it.

Why did you have to go?

Why didn't you tell me you weren't okay?

Now you're gone, and I'll never get to see your smile again.

I need your smile, Mitchie.

I need you.

I didn't upload. Everyone is asking why. Please tell them to leave me alone.

I haven't eaten in a while. I haven't slept in a while. I haven't really done anything in a while.

Not since you died.

Yours,

Scott xx