Dear You,
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Last published Sat, Dec 24, 2016
Dear You,
I am writing this because I am lost. I have taken a path no one has traveled and it appears I have lost the map. Perhaps that means I must have started with one. Which is a false statement. I don't think we're born with maps of our lives. If so, I was greatly cheated. You can help, right? You seem to have this "life" thing under control so what's another task to add? This simple stroll has turned into a hike which then turned into an uphill battle. That, my friend, is the internal battle I deal with daily.
Sincerely, Me
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