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Dear FutureMe, This is my last year of life. I have tried. I have lived through every hell that bore my name and walked through flames that tore my flesh. If this is all there is to life, climbing mountains one after the other, then I've had it. The mountains I've climbed are tall enough to reach heaven when stacked. I hope the remainder of your days will be short and happy. We've had a long run, it's time to rest old friend. The last of my scribbling. ~a girl who loved you.