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She grows almost like a flower, but never quite as tall. And her bark is just as good as her bite. This year, she broke mirrors. She built bridges. She fought wars.
Dear me a year ago... I would like to imagine to myself as though I were a boy trapped in his own mind that somehow this letter would greet you with a remeniscent face, but I know such a thing won't happen.
This year has tested me. Tested my strength, Tested my courage, Tested my ability.  Problems arising like constant showers during a storm, All day and all night, It's never ending.
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