What if you rolled into the ditch... and died.
What would you want your pare— ...mother... to know about you?
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Dear Mama,
Well... I finally get to see if Atheism was the right choice! Just kidding. I know you're going to be sad, but don't be sad. Life is beautiful. My life was beautiful. You gave me two older brothers/best friends. You gave me all the love in the world. You taught me that you work for your things and to always help anyone in need. We fought a few times, but now you can realize all that was trivial and meaningless in the big scheme of life. What prevails is the optimism and good you shared.
I need you to know that my tresspasses were never your fault. You made the distinction from right and wrong very clear to us. There were a lot of things that contributed to my demise. The books I read, the movies I watched, the places I've been, the people I've surrounded myself with... all my own choices. Despite this, I hope you know I've always had good intentions. Life is too short to be anything but happy. So don't be sad.
I love you to the moon and back.
And back again.
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tresspass n.
‣ an unlawful act causing injury to the person, property, or rights of another
‣ committed with force or violence, actual or implied.
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