Letter

My mere existence depends on this false reality I created. I know I lived a lie and it was the only way for me to cope with the bitter truth.

I have lived my life.

There is no way for me to fake my leave because I grew too dependent on my image.

If you want to see my passing with your own eyes, go contact my family and friends and see how real it is. It cannot be compared with the pain I felt, but it is very real.

If you still refuse to believe, something is wrong with you. My friends wouldn’t join me in such a twisted conspiracy and I wouldn’t leave them in the dark like this.

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