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Dear Everyone,No matter what happens, no matter what anyone thinks of you, no matter how you look or how you talk, no matter how beautiful/handsome you are: you are a human being.
You are a beautiful creature that can feel emotions and hold values; a miraculous beast that understands the basic fundamentals of it's own universe and that it is sentient in that universe. You are the cradle of evolution, the purest form of natural selection working in tandem with the rules of our world on a daily basis.
Things change, yet in some odd twist of irony this common fact never changes; but for good reason. Things only change through necessity and importance so that we can constantly have the advantage over our natural habitat. Sadly, weather reports and airline flights aren't the only things that change.
We have this beautiful habit of changing to suit new ideals and values that we observe and practice. It is a form of natural selection unlike anything in the entire universe, some
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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