Dear friend, I do not know if I'll have time to write more letters because maybe I'll be too busy trying to participate, so if this were to be the last letter I want you to know that I was not at all well before starting high school and thou hast helped. Even if you do not know what I was talking and did not know anyone who had these problems, you made me feel alone. Because I know that there are people who say these things do not exist, because there are people forget that when they turn seventeen years as having sixteen, I know that they will one day become the stories and the images will only old photos and we will become the mother and the father of someone ... But here, now, these moments are not stories, this is going on, I'm here, and I'm looking at you, and it is beautiful. Now I see it, the moment when you know you're a sad story, you're alive. And you stand up, and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you feel alive and feel that song on that road with people that you love most in the world and at this moment, I swear we are infinite. (Charlie - The perks of being a wallflower).
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