No such being has ever created such a passion inside of my heart, weather in love, or lust, or hate. And I shall not reveal witch of those particular emotions enforce this writing. Your always changing figure and frail mind are constantly altered by the gaseous form of a crutch, helping you to stand upon your wobbling legs and stagger down the path of haze and false imagery. Your counter culture views blind you from the truth of reality and love. True love. Even recent abuses Will not recede these words from my mouth, nor aid to slow the flowing forth of this honesty. Your current safety warrants this letter. You harm those whom love you and act as if you are in the right, witch is far from your true form. My love for you Is only rivaled by my hatred of your actions And my safeness for the loss of your previous body, not in the physical sense , but in the mental sense, in the sense of the heart. I now know that you are forever lost upon this path and even with my guiding hand offered to you, you cannot find your way. I am truly sorry And sympathetic, and yet I cannot find pity enough for to constitute the treatment of me from you as an upright walking, forward thinking, and fully developed human specimen. I am an individual, and yet I believe in freedoms for all to be the same. You, however, crack your gavel upon the stained wood and judge me for the so called restrictions I've placed in my life. Citing my lack of compliance to your lifestyle as a personal attack on you and choice. The freedom of that choice in witch I believe and yet you seem so compliant to deny me of because I reflect differently on my decisions than you. I have also become aware of a growing trend within your dialogue. This pattern is that of only speaking to me when an Ill wind blows. Should the weather of your life be fair and beautiful, I've got to business involved with it, but a soon as the storm arrives, I am always the first soldier called into battle to ward of these demons. What is the reason for this? And what is the reason behind the constant fighting as conflict? Why can peace not be a stable condition for you?
Forming my words for a second letter with the same address,
never to be sent, at least not in the recent future,
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