You live a philosophy that pushes me once again to become something I never thought would change. Past mistakes and choices I’ve made along the way are just the methods that have brought me to this place. I sit here among the dead and my mind drifts to a peaceful place where birds sing their songs and the sun shines down on my face. This place is an escape from the reality echoing through my heart and my mind. Life is vastly different from what I thought I knew, from where I thought I would be. Leaves descend and are softly swept away in the wind, as are the thoughts lingering in my conscience. There is much light where you live. There is a peace in the chaos which you are surrounded by. I find comfort in the innocence of it all, but am afraid that like the peaceful place to which I flee, you too will become something less than reality.
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