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Soon sixteen and life has not been a dream. I am told life is not supposed to be hard, yet it is for the little girl.  
Dear Benjamin James Fussel, Hey... How are you? I hope that you're well, wherever you are. Hey... I know... It's been a few years, though you've probably haven't aged.
Blood filled the room.Or at least it seemed so.I saw it fall apartI saw it all happenI fell because I can't handle this
  I saw you with your new girlfriend a few nights ago.  Your hair was slicked back. You were wearing that tux I picked out for you, the navy one. You seemed to be having a great time.
Before I end my sentence, Listen for once. Breathe through your heart, feel through eyes, and sing with an open mind.
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