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    I did it.


    I think you''d care, if only you could know I avenged you. You wouldn''t be proud of how I did it, though, [but it doesn''t matters because you''re not here]


    I know you''re not watching over me and I know we''ll never meet again and I know writing to dead people is the [dumbest] not the best way of coping [but I just wish you were here]Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    I''m pretty sure it''s supposed to be the moment when I tell you that it wasn''t satisfying, that I feel bad about what I''ve done, but that would be lying and you never liked when I lied to you, so I''ll tell you the truth : it felt nice. Great, even. We both know I mostly did it for myself.


    I know that if it was that day again and I couldn''t reach you in time I would do everything the same, maybe even worse and I feel so stupid writing my thoughts on some paper as if I were in therapy and [as if you''d ever read it because you certainly don''t even remember me, wherever you are]


    I miss you so much sometimes it gets overwhelming.


    I''m sorry if I disappointed you, I''m sorry if I wasn''t as good of a son as I could''ve been, I''m sorry I didn''t tell you that I lo