I'm really sorry, for everything I've done to you. I only wish you knew the truth so I wouldn't have to lie to you and to myself. Please don't condemn me for wishing, we wish when we know not what else to do. I'm sorry for pulling you into my dreams, it's not as easy as it looks to control one's impulses and thoughts and desires. Sorry for lusting, and wanting your love, all to myself, I've been too gready and wrong. I know it's not your fault, if someone asks you tell 'em: it was that kid right over there, he caused all this, it's all his fault. And now, before any other ideas cloud the vault of your mind, I ask you to think of me, just this instant, so I can know that I have passed through your mind, and you don't have to worry, you're with my thoughts every single minute of every single day of every single everything. Please, say what you wish to whom it might concern, take your time to criticise the world and everyone in it. Think of your words, 'cause it might be them who might condemn you. The last thing I would like to say, is for you to stay strong in the way that I have not been so you may deserve everything I wished for myself, and this way, I will know you have not gone astray and from my long lost destiny I'll tell myself: Don't worry, everything is fine.
-Memories of the Deceased
Desculpe pelo post em ingles, nao pude resistir
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