About 5 months ago you wrote a note. I finally read it.
"Dear musician,
Please don't forget about me and all the things we did together. I'm just so fucking tired. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I just want to be dead. I think too hard and I over analyze everything, and as a result, I create these problems in my head that don't even exists. You know one day in the middle of class while everyone was working my eyes filled with tears because I knew they were thinking about their work or friends or what's happening after school but all I could think about was how I'd much rather be at the top of a building about to jump. I just need this to stop. Please understand, my love. You've gotten me so far and I fucking love you. I love you so much. Please hold on, go get that dream life you talked about. Please stay alive for me, see everything for me."
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Alex, I miss you so much. I won't forget us even if nobody knew about us and our secrets. I'll see the world for you. You're my universe.
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