Times like these might be too strange to speak of so delicately. So I will try to help soothe the mind of disruption. Now that these letters have caused you, my little fellas to twiddle your thumbs back and forth thinking.
I have to say that my last letters of this marvelous script has gone for a midnight stroll. I dedicate this to whoever thought they wern't worth a bit less, and soon found their way at some point in this dazzling enchantment.
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Midnight dearest,
Those who fought to keep steady lost their way in the hurry. For those who thought they deserved the most divine riches.
They fought to realize the truth of their earnings. That not of pride and status was what consumed the glory of the wealth.
Love was missing in the sea of knowing. Midnight seas of the clusters, why had I lost the way?
Midnight oh dearest, my letters to you were worth more than any prideful shame. It was meant to feed them. Not starve our world of disgrace.
Their love for it was cruel and ugly. They sought not to learn, only to demolish the ways of the tides.
Midnight you were the only way that I could remain constant. Constant with life as it is. For there was not much to see and help.
The words spoken through your tongue was it. The reason for we had broken the passage.
As well as this to you, forgive me for I have struggled to remain. Though I had stuck to what was.
I can now say that, what was will never just be.
As this is our eulogy, and please forgive me. These letters mean everything, yet as they usually seem. No one will know what they clearly mean to me.
The End
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