Letter #4

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December 11, 2012

Dear Death,

Today is the day.

Today is the day it all ends.

I thought of writing some last words, something people could remember me by.

But I figured that no one will read this. And I'll just be forgotten in the space of time.

And that's okay.

Because everyone will get lost eventually.

Yours soon,

The Dying Girl

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