Dear God,
How sad is this?
I have nothing better to do than sit here talking to someone that probably doesn't even exist.
If you existed, you wouldn't only give me 4 months to live.
Because I need more.
You of all people should know that.
I need to grow old and get married and have kids and become a doctor and dye my hair pink and go bungee jumping and do all these crazy things.
4 months just isn't enough.
Please God, give me more time.
Love,
Mackenzie.
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Dear God {completed}
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