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i've been seeing a therapist recently, and she encouraged me to keep writing to you since it lets my mind make peace with itself. i think im starting to come to terms with your passing a little, but i just dont think life can ever be the same without you. you know that charlie puth song, see you again? hopefully ill see you then, but for now youre not here, and i guess thats just how life goes.
love ya dude,
sam