So now you know why i'm dead.  From start to finish every last thought, feeling and action i ever did in life of some sort of significance.  i preseume it was not the happy ending you'd hope for but life rarely ends happily.  That's why authors invented fiction.

Although it may seem like a dreadful life, i woudn't choose to take it back.  In that timespan of hatred and anger towards me, i was loved.  Even if for a few weeks, i was loved and i wouldn't trade that for anything in the world.

Though i may not be alive today to enjoy that love again, i'll always treasure it and always hold Dusty close to my heart.  i still love her and hold her dear to me in the afterlife.

Even if now i look back to my life with all that happened.  i can successfully say that i was loved, and that means the world to me.

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