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Dear myself in the future!

Around this time it was almost the 1 year anniversary for COVID-19, I also wonder if my dog Finley will still be alive. And I wonder how old I’ll be. On this day, it’s a Monday, and, I’m getting tired of all the masks.

I hope I become very successful and that I like my job. I hope COVID-19 will be gone.

I promise to at least try and make a difference in the world, leave a mark before I go. Or just plainly help people in tough times.

I know some people think it’s a hoax, but it’s very true and it’s mostly our fault. We drive cars that make it worse, we also run factories that produce the greenhouse gasses into the air like cars. I wish it would stop and, hope people will actually try and make a difference.

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