Dear Ryan
Dear Ryan,
Why am I writing to someone dead?
The farthest it'll go is the Stone;
The last remnants I have of you - except your Jacket, of course;
I sleep with it, but it no longer smells of you -
Dear Ryan,
We don't understand; I know it wasn't her,
So why did you chose the barrel at the end of your gun instead of
Your friends - Still here, even though
You're gone
Ryan, wake up!
You were my brother before my brother -
Please, just come back!
Oh, God - Ryan, please--
It feels like a dream, but dreams lack Pain -
A pain I feel each night that reminds me
No, I'm not asleep - this is real -
He's not here anymore--
Dear Ryan,
Do you still watch us grieve, watch us cry -
Pain still weighing on our hearts,
Still tearing at our souls -
Do you see?
Dear Ryan,
Please get back to me -
I'd love to hear from you again,
See you again -
We love you.
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