dear louis,
i'm going to burn the letters. there's no point anymore.
you're dead.
i miss you so fucking much, lou. everyone is telling me to go talk to someone but i don't really want to talk. i haven't talked to anyone since your funeral. what's the point? you can't hear me.
i want to give up. i want to give up like you did. maybe i should give up. i don't know. i don't know what's going to happen. but i miss you.
and i love you. this is it, i suppose.
i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you. i love you.
please don't forget me. i will never forget you, my angel.
harry x
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a/n: sorry.
