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Jan 19/2007
School
Dear World,

It is now very clear to us that while we are in our current state, ill and moody because we are ill, it is not the best time for others to aprotch us for the might just get hurt very badly. The only good thing is that because we rarely ill to begin with, this will not happen. Though...that means we are still left woth you, world, our thoughts, problems, opinions, feelings, moods, dreams, hopes, substance, life sorce, troubles, even our fears. We can never get rid of you for you are always there. Yet...whenever it is that we feel that we do need you, you are not. You do not help us, you make things harder, you make us sick, thus making us moody, therefore ending up hurting others. You are what makes pain....suffering...depression...hatered. It is you that we all fight for but can never have. This is because we are fighting with each other. And because we are fighting, it is you who is slowly dieing. If you are the one who dies...Where will that leave us? For if you die, we all shall die. Though not all of us know your secrect, some do. You world, are not a large hunk of rock that floats around the sun alongs with other things. You world, are us. We are you. We are the cause of suffering. We are the cause of pain. We cause all emotions, feeling and dreams alike. We are are the ones who choose the future. We are the ones who fasten and seal the past and can never change it. We are the ones who live in the pressent. What we are, we can not change. We are the World...We are the human race.

Ok, in second period today I was thinking about nothing in peticular, I came across this thought and started thinking further. This thought is in the form of a letter to the world. Us in other words. The whole human race speaking separatly yet collectivly as one mind, body, and soul. Thus making the world. Its Human nature for us not to see past what we choose not to see.

I don't know why I thought of this. It was just there. So now you know alittle of how my thoughts work. They just come out.

From

Taka