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i am sad. you are making me sad.

for what reasons you have i do not know, i need must not presume judgment.but i am made sad. wrought with the feelings of neglection, of thoughts of abandonment by you...whoso is more than a friend, family to me...

but as it was in the beginning, i will not insist.

i will never be the one to insist.

i respect you. and so shall let it be that it remains your great prerrogative whom to allow to step into the abyss ive once delighted to tread on if had it been not under the torment of trance and imagination..
don't make yourself a phantom; when, all phantoms are wanting to make themselves real before me. you are a reality in my life.
like butterflies by nature we are metamorphosed in time, but in essence, we are still who we are from the time the universe was conceived.
it is by enduring that we may learn that even when our wings may be smitten butterflies remain to be butterflies...just as even when man suffers, pains, even when his ways and means change now and then, he remains who he is.

for change is imminent, change is constant in this world, it inevitably changes itself, so that all is put back to their natural and proper order and given mystification.

my hand is held out:

Donne-moi ta main et prend la mienne.

MEET ME HALFWAY.