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// Trixie Lulamoon 
// Story: Famous Last Words 
// by DannyJ 
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Dear diary,

I feel it getting closer. Every hour, I feel a little weaker. I don't think I'll be walking away from this one. No last minute escapes this time. No more tricks. The show's over. Curtains closed.

We all have to go sometime, I suppose. At least I went out fighting for something. Some poor souls lost their lives for far less. And I like to think I did better than most, in the end. I made it this far, didn't I? Starlight, Twilight... even the Royal Sisters are gone. And here I am – the Great and Powerful Trixie – still hanging on.

Still... I can't deny, this isn't how I wanted to go. I always hoped I'd die at home in my bed, old and happy, surrounded by friends and admirers, maybe even a family... but that's a dream that died with Equestria.

In the end, I suppose nopony gets what they want. We play the cards life deals us.

At least I'll get to watch the sunset one last time.