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Dear One Who Will Never Read This,

I know it's been a while since we last spoke. Last hugged and last laughed.
I know that you were my best friend.
Of course, I wasn't your's but that's okay.
I know when we still talked you tried to talk me out of a lot of things.
You tried to help tame this, blizzard inside of me wreaking havoc and destroying anything living.  This blizzard freezing my heart and tearing me up from the inside.
Perhaps your kind words and warm friendship could do the trick to stop it.
I suppose you hope that after all this time, even without you, the blizzard within me caught a glimpse of the sun. That maybe this blizzard of desolation might have given up.
But dearest.. I regret to inform you the sun no longer exists inside this wind tunnel. This shell. 
The blizzard became stronger, once saddening now it became ruthless.
And I know you tried and your efforts only seem like mere whispers into the wind. But even the wind can dry tears.
I'm sorry for the things that I've done and said. I know sometimes gusts of cold sorrow escape from within from out of my mouth I assure you my body is building barriers to prevent this.
I don't know what to write anymore.
Just know I'm sorry. It was nice while it lasted.

Sincerely,
              nobody important.

(A redundant letter to you)
I.R.G.
4-15-17