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• a storyteller
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Friday, December 12, 2003
Day 45
Why do these days feel so dead!? Why do they scream at me from beyond the grave! Pull me down to their level of depression!
Sorry, I've been crying. I feel like crap. Malqomb yelled at me. Well, no, he didn't yell. He just . . . he said some things. Things no other person has ever said to me. I'll try to write down the gist of it.
"I am apalled by your lack of respect. Not respect for me, I don't expect you to have any. But, respect for yourself. Do you understand the means of your life? Of course not, I wouldn't either. And, I don't, not even now.
You are here for a reason. I know you think I brought you here to manipulate you. Yes, I did. But I brought you to my home, this place, to manipulate your mind, to make you see your potential, to make you love what I love. This world.
I don't care who you are, who your father was, where you come from . I care about you. I care about your heart. I've seen too many people lost to the evils of an imperfect world, and yes, it is imperfect. So, I have to show you the beauty, the perfection within the imperfection. Please, do not give up on the goodness of your own soul for petty vengence on a man who is only trying. I ask of you only one thing, that you live a good life. Whether this war lasts for 100 years or one day. Whether my . . . my home is lost, my people enslaved, brainwashed! Whether I live or I die! Please, choose to live a good life. Choose to see the perfection, and you can be happy. "
He had started to cry at "my home is lost." Now I understand what he is fighting for. What I must fight for, even if it means fighting myself.
I can't write anymore, . . .
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