100 Death Letters

Frank, The media is going crazy over your death and the police haven't helped one bit. I still haven't left my art studio in 4 days now. I can see my ribs and Mikes wont stop calling. But I don't want to hear his ringtone, I wanna hear yours. I barely sleep and when I do Its because I cried myself to sleep. Mikes text says that your funeral is coming up, only two more days till they put you six feet under. Lyn-Z called Kitty and asked to stay at her house because all the "(((((bad vibes)))))" were stopping her from writing music. I'm finally going to get some food when she leaves. I don't know why but I cant stand to look at her anymore.

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