Letter 1

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1,

This may or may not surprise you, but for my sanity, I had to write at least once. I don't know if you'll read it or even if you'll write back but if you decide to, my address is:

I had been texting you, but I didn't know you were locked up again. I thought you'd just been ignoring me and when someone in passing me told me you were locked up, I figured that's why I didn't get answer. Honestly, I thought you hated me. You probably do. But I feel this is the best way for you to tell me what happened, why you hate me and what you believe I did.

I don't know why it took me so long to even try to contact you, even after you messaged me last year with happy holidays and asking me why I did something that I did not do. I just left it alone and left you to believe what you want. You were one of the nicest persons to me while in the fort and if it wasn't for you helping me, I wouldn't be where I am now. I'm still confused as to what you believe I did but I want you to know, I never did a thing to hurt you. Why would I?

On another note, I hope you're at peace, as much at peace as you can be under the circumstances. I hope you're eating well and taking care of yourself physically. I hope you have the necessities — not including the one you're more than likely substituting with a bottle of lotion and a smutty magazine — and a few faithful people you can count on. And I hope you're finding a way to cope with being boxed in once again by the four walls of a dank and cramped little cell with a dude you may or may not like, but who is no less forcibly the first person you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you go to bed.

Even if it's just to let me know you hate me, please respond. How are you doing? How are you coping? How long you in there for?

As for me, I'm doing fine, going to Med School back home and just working.

Just remember: I hope that you don't break in there, and that you never lose your spirit. Stay kind, stay humble, stay you.

Kindly,

Me

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