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A Letter from a Fan's Friend....


Dear Sushant Singh Rajput,
If you are watching your fandom,
From wherever you are,
I can picture you smiling with tears in your eyes,
But please let me interrupt you for a while.

Dear Sushant,
First of all, I would make it clear,
I'm sorry, but I hope you understand,
I'm definitely not and was not your fan,
But I would raise my pen on behalf of my friends.

Dear Sushant,
I do not know the cause of your deadly plan,
But I do understand, the pressure and your pain,
I apologize on behalf, of all the ears gone deaf,
When you needed them, now we are all too late.

Dear Sushant,
If you are watching, people mourn for your fate,
Only you know what's true and what's fake,
Sir what darkness you saw that day,
But maybe you see the light today.

Dear Sushant,
This morning I read about you, on the internet,
I felt something familiar, cause I am the same,
NASA was our dream, only you were fortunate,
Maybe our dreams alone, won’t create a happy place.

Dear Sushant,
I see your fans, mourning today,
They love you, they followed your way,
But sir I understand, what your heart said,
Maybe the love he wanted; he didn't get.



Dear Sushant,
I won't make you feel bad, for the decision you made,
I won't question you now, cause I am too late,
But I'll tell your fans you are in a better place,
And if rebirth exists, may you be blessed, with the best.

-Natalya Ludwick-

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