Letter One

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Dear Mark,

Hate and Love are not born.
They are learned.

I was raised to love
and
you were raised to hate.

The agony you placed in my pink heart has faded by now.
I'm a little older.
Much wiser with the eyes of tinged blue seeing the world for what it really is.

You were raised to hate
and
I was raised to love.

My heart no longer burns with the anger you placed there.
Only pity remains now.
Pity for you and your sad life.
I pity you, Mark.

I pity you for all the hate
that lives in your heart.
It must be so exhausting living a miserable existence like that.
My hope is that one day, you'll get better and chase away the sickness of hate and ignorance that taints your soul.

Maybe then you'll finally understand what it means to be weightless in this world. Wholeheartedly, freeing, and weightless.

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