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Dear Family,

     I hope this comes as a surprise to you, so you can finally feel the heartache you put me through with your expectations of me. If it hurts even more to know that if felt like you stressed me out more than you loved me, then I hope this rope of salt burns the cuts all over your throats as it did to me. To answer your questions and concerns, yes, I am indeed very sick, but there is no magic pill or wise words from anyone that could cure me. I had died a long time ago, so I don't even know why I decided to drag myself to another day. Maybe it wasn't by choice, or maybe those temporary cures helped even the slightest bit. But in the end, nothing mattered, because their production came to a halt, and the sickness killed me before age could.
     They say laughter is the best medicine, but your jokes only aided the sickness; and like your jokes, this was intentional. I hope you suffer a lot from this, just like you've made me suffer my entire life, father. I almost forgot to mention that I never loved you, even when mom was still around. All those times where I seemed happy were all delusions. Sickness does strange things to people, especially when they're infecting the brain. You know, it's almost funny.. You'd ask if I'm okay and happy, and I would always reply with a "yes" or "I'm fine", when in reality, it hurt to get up in the morning, knowing that every other thought would just bring me down further into this sickness... But it doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter if I could've been helped or not. It doesn't matter that Ava's going to grow up a cousin less. It doesn't matter that you never realized how much it hurt. It doesn't matter that I never felt safe to express my thoughts. It just doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. So goodbye, I say to you, even though I've only scratched the surface on what I wanted to say to you.

                                                Falsely Yours,
                                                    Suicide Sammy

Dear Ethan,

     I don't even know why I'm even writing to you. Maybe it's because to gave me a virus to accelerate the sickness I have, I don't know anymore. I know you don't even care about my absence, I just don't know anymore...

                                                Falsely Yours,
                                                    Suicide Sammy

Dear Zach,

     I would apologize, but I can't bring myself to. I just want you to know that I love you, so much it hurt, and it ate me away inside. Obviously, this won't really come to a surprise to you, nor will it to the rest of our friends. So, while you're still alive and reading this, just know that I don't regret this, but I hate to leave you alone.

                                                Yours Truly,
                                                    Sammy
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