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Brandom:
I know i sound and look dumb writtin to a person that i cant see, hear, touch , or feel anymore but i only want to express
the
way i feel through this letter. Day after day I dream about changing the past, having you with me right now and
all the good stuff we have done together.
Sometimes i think to myself and wonder why stuff like this always has happen
to us? why you left out of my sight? Why you left me alone? right now i have to
go on with my life alone , no more
2 peoples name on the birthday song , Spending time with you , right now i feel like half of my life has left and the only
way
i could be a whole again is if you were here. Living in this house is Nuthing but a nightmare, i cant see mom crying
every minute of her misserable life , dad going crazzy
looking at your pictures, and all of us just nuhting but TEARS.
Everymoning when i wake up i pinch myself and hope is a bad
dream but then i look around at an empty quiet house and realize is the FUCKING TRUTH
For me you are in NY pimpin wiht
your friends, hallin at gurlz, chillin and all that good stuff, but even tho you are not physically with me you'll always
be in my heart .
I LOVE YOU BROTHER i miss you like hell and i wish God would have given you a second chance.
R.I.P Brandom
New York is with you.
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