To: Chester

Chester,

It pains me to write

And it pains me to know you won’t know

Of the pain on my chest

A play on your name

Is to pop a needed smile at this time

To give me strength to keep writing this memory

So in the future I can look back at the pain your death has caused

So I can never forget what your voice

What your words

And the absence

Have meant to me

It pains me

Because I did not get the chance to know you

Because I could not thank you for the escape provided

From a life that suffocated and no

No

No

No.

It won’t compensate if I rationalize

Because it has been weighted

And it seems your presence is what I truly absorbed from Linkin Park

I will not cry

Why?

This strange form of pain is new to me

And that pains me

And I wish I could tell you

And thank you

For what you’re teaching me right now

I just wish I could tell you

But I won’t

And you won’t know either

Because you’re dead

And that pains me

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[Tony Jordan]

Another tragic waste of life.
Well done Winter.
RIP Chester.