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First Letter, Cap.

It could be said,

however uncomfortable,

and troubling, that we are helpless.

Valiant vessels,

endlessly exploring,

no end in sight,

‘til an end appears.

God, or fate,

in whatever form you feel it should take,

veers your vision in a new direction,

endlessly editing,

no matter the cost.

Uncomfortable as it is to admit,

perhaps, life just leads itself,

offering experience without guidance,

no input.

You make me feel like I could be powerful,

out on my own, against fate, you and me,

until the end.

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