To the Teacher who Taught me the most,

You were a reminder to me of how harsh and cruel can the world be. You taught me that no matter how worse the situation is, letting go is a part of gathering the pieces to form a better version of ourselves. Hatred serves no purpose but self destruction. Thanks to you, the bridges were broken back home.

Dear Chester Bennington,

Its been a month since your death. The void within us can only be filled with your voice, but still feels empty in your absence.