but in reality, it's all meth
ay yo johnneh boi where you at homie?
Dad, I'm sorry for what I had to do. After mom's death I started snooping around the building and I found things that no one should ever see. I went to the control room in the basement. The government won't let people be who they want to be, and I found out that the government was making me depressed. It's all in the medications that they are giving people. I looked it all up in the control room. They have files on everyone. I found mom's, and they were the ones to get her hooked on the drugs that killed her. The government is controlling everything, and I just needed a way out. I love you dad, Jonathan
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