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Burn this letter.Dear Ludwig,
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I am writing a letter simply because you are not here. If you were here, I'd be smiling right now. I wouldn't be hiding my emotions behind my smile. Everyone else has told me that I'm not acting like myself, and it's true. Most of the time I am drawing in my room, with signs on my door keeping people away. No one ever disturbs me. And sometimes, I like it that way.
I remember when I used to have friends. There used to be a time when I always wanted to go over to Poland or England or America's houses. But after becoming what Japan calls "hikikomori", I'm afraid I don't have friends anymore. I'm ignored, and it's all my fault. You're the last lifeline I have to keep me from losing sight of who I am... please, break down the barriers I've put up for myself and show me that you are my friend, that you do care about me.
But I rarely get to see you anymore. I try my best to see you but then I feel like I can't talk to you. My mouth is tightly shut, afraid to let out a word. And