Wish I could just spill my heart out. Wish I knew whether you still exist or not. Dad doesn't think life goes on. He thinks it's easier to believe this is all we get. I don't want to give up on the thought that we go on and I'll see you again but I have no evidence. Just this empty heart. I'm afraid I'm a doubting Thomas. I won't believe unless I see and I want to see so badly. I'm probably one of the most wanting to have faith faithless people on the earth right now. I know living Elijah, but I don't know dying. I miss you so much it hurts every single day.
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