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Dylan Klebold's Writing
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[edited], (Please dont skip to the back: read the note as it was written)
You don't consciously know who I am, & doubtedly unconsciously too. I, who write this, love you beyond infinince. I think about you all the time, how this world would be a better place If you loved me as I do you. I know what you’re thinking: “(some psycho wrote me this harassing letter)” I hoped we could have been together... you seem a lot like me. Pensive, quiet, an observer, not wanting what is offered here (school, life, etc.) You almost seem lonely, like me. You probably have a boyfriend, though, & might have not given this note another thought. I have thought you my true love for a long time now, but... well... there was hesitation. You see I can’t tell if you think of anyone as I do you, & if you did who that would be. Fate put me in need of you, yet this Earth blocked that with uncertainties. I will go away soon, but I just had to write this to you, the one I truly loved. Please, for my sake, dont tell anyone about this, as it was only meant for you. Also, please don’t feel any guilt about my soon-to-be “absense” of this world. Oh... the thoughts of us... doing everything together, not necessarily anything, just to be together would have been pure heaven. I guess it’s time to tell you who I am. I was in a class with you 1st semester, & was blessed w. being with you in a report. I still remember your laugh. Innocent, beautiful, pure. This semester I still see you rarely. I am entranced during 5th period, as we both have it off. To most people, I appear... well... almost scary, but that’s who I appear to be as people are afraid of what they don't understand. I denied who I was for a long time. until high school... Anyway, you have noticed me a few times, I catch every one of these gazes with an open heart. I think you know who I am by now. Unfortunately... even if you did like me even the slightest bit, you would hate me if you knew who I was. I am a criminal, I have done things that almost nobody would think of condoning. The reason that I’m writing you now is that I have been caught for the crimes I comitted, & I want to go to a new existence. You know what I mean. (Suicide) I have nothing to live for, & I won’t be able to survive in this world after this legal conviction. However, if it was true that you loved me as I do you... I would find a way to survive. Anything to be with you. [arrow points to margin where Dylan writes: I would enjoy life knowing that you loved me.] 99/100 chances you probably think I’m crazy, & want to stay as far away as possible. If that’s the case, then I’m very sorry for involving an innocent person in my problems, & please don’t think twice. However, If you are who I hoped for in my dreams & realities, then do me a favor: Leave a piece of paper in my locker, [arrow to margin note reading: combo=19-37-9 Locker #837 near the library] saying anything that comes to you. Well, I guess this is it- goodbye & I love(d) you.
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