The Letter

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I'm sorry for anyone effect by the catastrophe before them, for anyone effected, angered or hassled by my life.

It was merely a mistake written and rewritten before; now it is rewritten again.
My wake and knowledge is limited, and far from gaining all, or anymore compassion or weakness, or any more knowledge of such a thing.
It is said that I am merely a human; is that really true, for anyone?
Or are we creatures that only wish, and dream to be such a being?
To have such a complex design of feelings and such colours and flavours of mind.

It is simply said and often known that us beings are mortal, therefore unable to leave a trace of our existence, some will go to great lengths to succeed in being remembered; both the good and the bad.
It is seen as glorious and as disgraceful as one may presume; we all have memories of people who are such creatures that crave everlasting attention, those people will unfortunately be remembered for their acts for as long as us beings called 'humans' remain standing on such a delicate pedestal that is eternal; for the Universe is as eternal as one may believe.

What if we are simply reincarnated souls that have already been used over and over again, and one day we simply fade away from all the energy that life gives out?

One may question the Universe, the beings of Religion or such things as our minds.
It is no illegal thing, as of yet.
We wait patiently for our name to be called, for our fate to be written and played out before us, yet we do so in the hope, that perhaps the future will be kinder; that our life was not a waste, nor just a speck of unnecessary dust that only hindered everything it touched.

I have of no reason to doubt, or any reason to believe myself anymore than you.

It is true, that in order to live we have to have three essentials; oxygen, food and water, other wise we would cease to exist.
However, there are essentials we need that are there to help feed our 'souls'; companionship, love and respect.
Though they are all closely linked together, they all have different meanings for us.

For all of us.

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