five years...

I hope, you're doing okay, safe, wherever you re.

Almost two years...

...man, wherever you are, I hope you're okay.

Jesus Christ, man... It's been eight weeks, and I've been extremely worried... EVERYONE has been worried. We all miss you and your amazing personality... We miss our friend. If you need help, we can help you. Don't just try and give up when the going gets tough, because believe me, it never works out. Whenever you do that, nothing but pain and misery follows, and I can guarantee that it'll be worse than what you're feeling now.

So please, don't shut us out... We need you back, Train. We love you, and we miss you. If you need a shoulder to cry on, we'll be there for you. If you need help with problems at home, we can at least talk you through it. Hell, if you need help with school, there might be someone here who can tutor you! You don't need to fight alone anymore, Train! Come back! For God's sake, come back to us! Don't tell us that life's no longer worth living when you have us here to help you. And when I say us, I mean more than just friends. We can be your family; your extended brothers and sisters...

Don't leave us yet, buddy... This train hasn't stopped yet. As a matter of fact, there's so many places that it still needs to go... I'll keep praying for your return, my friend...

Goodbye Trainman. I'll miss you

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