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They said I was a messenger, from stories I never believed in, that came from an entire culture I never found interest. In Hebrew I find strength in God, the only strength I ever saw was in myself... Is that selfish or do they expect too much of nothing?
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Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
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I didn’t know you but I know you. You were a rebel. It was in your veins. You wore a leather jacket, leather boots. You’d walk down the street with a purpose. You never cared what they thought. The roar of the engine would bring a smile to your face. You loved everything about it. The rumble and the low-slug feel of the seat. You loved the rush of wind in your face, the feeling of being free and in control of life. Your destination never mattered. It was the trip you enjoyed. Once you got a taste of freedom, you became addicted. Always seeking for excitement. You searched for new places, new people, new things. Explored. Discovered. Learned. You did it all. You cared for your family, your friends. Her. I know you loved her. I could feel it, see it, sense it when she entered the room. I didn’t even see her right away but I knew something was different. I knew you were there with her, with us. It was the first time I met her but I knew who she was. She entered with a purpose. Just like you. The way she stood. The way she talked. The look in her eyes. Her presence. Just like you. The more I talked to her the more I saw you. It hurt listening to her. She was in love with you. I could hear it in her voice. You’ve been gone for a while but you impacted so many people. I wish I was one of those people. I miss you, even though I never met you. Your life betrayed you. You were no longer in control. The end came too soon. You were too good for this world. I didn’t know you but I know you.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
Dear Uncle Gabe
I didn’t know you but I know you. You were a rebel. It was in your veins. You wore a leather jacket, leather boots. You’d walk down the street with a purpose. You never cared what they thought. The roar of the engine would bring a smile to your face. You loved everything about it. The rumble and the low-slug feel of the seat. You loved the rush of wind in your face, the feeling of being free and in control of life. Your destination never mattered. It was the trip you enjoyed. Once you got a taste of freedom, you became addicted. Always seeking for excitement. You searched for new places, new people, new things. Explored. Discovered. Learned. You did it all. You cared for your family, your friends. Her. I know you loved her. I could feel it, see it, sense it when she entered the room. I didn’t even see her right away but I knew something was different. I knew you were there with her, with us. It was the first time I met her but I knew who she was. She entered with a purpose. Just like you. The way she stood. The way she talked. The look in her eyes. Her presence. Just like you. The more I talked to her the more I saw you. It hurt listening to her. She was in love with you. I could hear it in her voice. You’ve been gone for a while but you impacted so many people. I wish I was one of those people. I miss you, even though I never met you. Your life betrayed you. You were no longer in control. The end came too soon. You were too good for this world. I didn’t know you but I know you.
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i would walk across broken glass to hold you in my arms. i would throw away my future just to live with you in a box in seattle if we could only laugh at the rain. i have loved you from the first day of my life because i have never lived before i met you. i love you with every speck of oxygen floating around in my lungs. with every tick tock of the small hand of the clock my love grows fonder. i’m not sure how you feel now but i’ve never loved you more and i’ve never been more afraid and i’ve never felt such euphoria when around one boy. one tall troubled soul some how made me feel more at home than i felt in my room. i have loved him from the first day of my life because i had never once lived before i met him. *(r.e.)
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
A Secret Plea
i heard you were doing acid this weekend burning holes in your brain. were you trying to burn away the pain? do you hurt like i do? it’s hard to let you go because you’ve burned a hole in my brain, too. i still smell you when i hear your name. my nostrils burn like my eyes. my parents asked me if i meant it when i said goodbye this time. i said i did. today, anyway. i might change my mind if you come back home because your hand is where my hand belongs. you’re everything i hate. i wasn’t planning to fall this hard but i guess you warned me. i didn’t cry until i let my mind remember why i cried last time. i’m scared. (r.e.)
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
letter to Gabriel.