As all good things
Must come to an end,
Every life
Is temporary;
The will to live
Is a choice we make,
A chance we take,
And a naive mistake.
A voice to speak
The deepest secret
Is not required
Nor denied,
As is every opinion,
Thought and feeling,
Every attachment,
Disclaimer and living.
Not a single death
Is important;
Not a single tear
Is worth it.
It is only if
You commit your heart,
That you will become or remain
Broken.
However,
If you dare to venture
Outside of logic
And endure a life of color,
You are bound to find
A beautiful mess
And many unsent letters.
.....................
Dear Reader,
This concludes this volume of letters. I hope you enjoyed reading them and I hope you understood the majority. The letters I now write have come a long way since I first started, I hope they've ended in a suitable way.
Sincerely,
The Author
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