I have been itching to talk to you, for a few days, the feeling have been so strong. Tonight I can’t hold back, I will pour out my words on the pages of this paper.
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You have been longing to leave home, you have been preparing for a journey without a map. I just want to say this to you, before you decide to leave, hear me out.
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You don’t know about this journey, safe that it is one without return. No one will tell you that death is the vehicle you are about to board and that the destination is the deepest part of hell.
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Son, you don’t want to go there. You don’t want to take this trip, unpack and live. If death was as strong as it claims, if he is the epitome of bravery, why does it hide in the shadows?
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Lakez
