letters?
isn't that kind of lame?
no!
they're a way to express.
something you wouldn't know about.
yeah, sure, 'express'.
the only people who write letters are dumb kids and boring workers.
letters are nothing special, they're useless.
of course you would think that.
letters are special!
they're special to me.
to you.
not to anybody else.
get over it.
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LETTERS
"dear life, how are you treating yourself? pretty bad, right?"
"what people don't understand about life is that its problems are much bigger than theirs. it's trying its best to help them, yet everybody takes it for granted. life loses parts of itself every day.
what people don't understand is that we're lucky to not be life. we're lucky to not be responsible for everybody ever. we're lucky."
"so, life, i'm sincerely sorry. and i know that's not going to make up for everything we've done, but it's a start?"
"one day, you'll be free from having to take care of everyone. you'll be able to do whatever you want."
"i'm sorry that we have to disappear for that to happen. i wonder how long it would take for that to happen if people didn't try to arrange it?"
"ah, you're running out of time, right? i'm sorry, i'll be out of your way now. take care, life."
"sincerely, ?"
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letters to be in the hands of another? to be in the hands of someone who they weren't meant for? well, that would ruin everything.
whatever the letters say, they don't express the full truth. remember that. it might just lead to the actual truth, although, that doesn't make any sense at all, right now at least.
letters are made for one purpose, to tell. they're written to somebody in particular who is trusted with the information that's in it, that's why if they get sent to the wrong person, something bad could happen.
that something bad could be anything, they're more important that anyone could know.
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uh i'm gonna t r y and have an publish schedule for this, if i muster up any motivation i have left, if i have any, and i apologise in advance-
- ara.
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life letters
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