2002-07-11 | 11:59 a.m.
more unsent letters

You killed me,old man. And the people I love have to bear the consequences of it.

Why did you do it? Christ,you didn't even know me. I was seventeen. I was seventeen. And I didn't even look it. I look younger than I am. And...I've never done anything to deserve it. It wasn't my fault that it happened,and yet,I blame myself continually.

How many others did you do this to? How many of those were victimised because I was too dumb to yell for help?

You have no idea what you did to me. Ask everyone who knows me now what a terrible person I've changed into. And that was only after our little rendez-vous. I won't let you beat me anymore. I'm stronger than you. I will beat this, even though everyone thinks I'm a lost cause. But they don't really know me,do they? I will get over this. And when I do,everything will be rosy again.

And it WILL happen.

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