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To Whom it May Concern...
Write a letter to whom it may concern, but please begin with the line, "Dear Reader, I wish I could tell you that you're going to survive this." Interpret this as you will - maybe it's a letter telling of the horrific circumstances the reader has found themselves in that the writer has experienced before them, or maybe a somber and dramatic letter of understanding concerning one's mental health. Whatever you can come up with!
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To Whom it May Concern,

I wish I could tell you that you are going to survive this but you were born with a terminal illness; called life. We all share this disease... we just all chose to treat it differently. Even when you think you are LIVING it up... you are in fact, dying. Degrees, careers, cars, homes and bank accounts are not effective treatments. However, I assure you, petting an animal, love, kindness, compassion, making children laugh... and grown people cry with the same affection, reaching out your hand knowing the one you are trying to grasp is empty, sunshine, rain, giving your excess and embracing the curb now and again... these things stretch out your timeline. When you hurt, when you are ill, and when you scream out at times for being hateful and unrelentless; look at me. Let me help remind you. I will love you when you hate me, I will get you through hating others and I will help show you not what you are but who you are. I can't give up because I believe you shouldn't. I feel every bad thing that has happened to you with honest and open faith that when I work with you, not for you, we will make it better together- until you are strong enough to walk alone. When you need something, I will help you even if I do not know you. No one taught me this, I just had to spend years in a classroom so someone else can bill my affections and concern for your soul and life to a brick and mortar agency standard no one really cares about unless I slip- and I will, because I am just like you. I was born into a title insurance gave me, which God inspired me for. I will shred my own self to tie off your wounds knowing I will never see you again, and I am happy to do it. Whatever you are going through today, it's part of this disease called life... and I am thinking of you and everyone else who may be in one of the painful spaces of 'life', and I hope you remember to think of others when in those times it feels like you are in remission. Remember, you have survived your worst days, and if you can just remember that when your next worst day comes around, you expand your lifespan tremendously.

~ another human

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