Dear Santa,

I heard another kid talking about you

And I know that it was wrong

To listen to other people talk

When you are not involved

But he said that you can grant us wishes

Is that really true?

Because there are a few things

That I would like to ask of you

When I go out for food Santa

I sometimes meet this man

Who shoves me against the wall

And covers my mouth with his big hand

He puts a knife to my throat

Tells me not to scream

He then starts taking off my clothes

Until none is left to be seen

I don't want to say what he does next Santa

'Cause it isn't very nice

That man makes me bruise and bleed Santa

And he grips me like a vice

By the time he leaves Santa

I can't get off the floor

And I just want to cry

But Solo said that big boys don't anymore

I have learnt to handle the pain Santa

When the man hurts me with his fists

But I don't want the little ones

To ever go through this thing I hate

So now here is my first wish:

Please Santa, keep them safe.

That boy also said you can bring us presents Santa

Can you bring us people too?

'Cause Solo's gone

And I really don't know what to do

But if you can't bring him to us Santa

Can you at tell him this?

That I'm really sorry I couldn't help him

And that he is the one I will always miss

I tried really hard Santa

Could you also tell him that?

Please don't let him be mad at me Santa

Gods, I'd do anything to have him back

I don't think I can take it anymore

All the screams, all the hurts, all the lies

Am I really so horrible Santa

So much that others have to turn their eyes

"Look at the little freak"

They whisper behind my back

"Jesus, get away from me"

"Look at the filthy rat"

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to say

I can't help it if I'm like this Santa

And I'm getting weaker and weaker every day

So there is this one last question I would like to ask you

Are mommy and daddy in heaven Santa?

Because I want to be there too.

Love, Duo.