December 8, 2004
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Hey Mike, I hope you know, I prayed for you today. I said a little prayer when I was standing by the window, hoping that you would feel the whispers of my pain. I don’t know what’s wrong, or what went wrong for you to write something like that. But I hope tonight, you survive, and that I’ll see you tomorrow in class. Please don’t die.
He’s not even listening.
