Dear ___________,
I’ve spent six years, four months, and three days by your side. I’ve cried every tear you shed, heard every laugh that left your lips, and felt every thrash of anger that you’ve ever felt.
I can see the temptation, the reason for this chaos created by drug-use, unwanted side effects, and a large amount of praise. The need to be the best, I can understand. In the long run, however, these things will just be haunting you, and your glory days will be long forgotten. Is a game of baseball really worth all of this? You won’t speak to me about it, so I’m left no choice, but to turn you in. From your point of view, I guess you would find this harsh, cruel, and see me as a backstabber. But, since I’ve taken a moment in your shoes, step into mine. Here I am, proud at your success and winnings, but scared to death over what could be your death. Frightened, confused, and trying to figure out what’s the truth, I need to be secure about your safety. Please take this as a sign of true friendship, rather than betrayal.
From,
Your friend
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