this is where we talk:
at the end of the day, what i say won't matter to you. you'll formulate your own opinions and ideas. all i can do is share my story and hope that you see things my way. if not, shit goes on. these are my words. this is where we talk.

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→ Dec 2011
letter forty three:

Dear Person,

This wasn’t your year… but that doesn’t mean that it’s time to give up. Promise me that you will give your all these next seven days. Promise me that you will resist temptation and fight all that acts against you. Promise me that you will do everything in your power to ensure that you get back on track. Promise me that you will go back to being that man I always that you were; I always wanted you to be. In a year, I want to look back at this and know that my words touched base and made an impact. In a year, I want things to be different.

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