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"Hello, kind reader. As you might have noticed, I have been away, for a few days. Apparently, the obsession of significant thoughts are troubling me, and my mind is a bit......grey, a bit warped. But, I would like to apologise for my "absence", and the like. I understand that a bevy of people are undergoing many a challenge, but I have finally come across a most demented creature, one that I am most shamed to say that I see every day. I looked at myself today, and I saw myself, a person, a human being. I saw the one you call "Copy", and I see a person who has gone through a few things, but it is nothing to be deemed important, or mandatory for the requirements of a bold, argumentative structure that I have built over my defaced foundation of being. I find it hard to come to my own terms, but a most peculiar, most amazing trouble halts me. In all honesty, most of that trouble has stemmed from my ignorance, my unjust person, and surprisingly, my life, when venturing the deep, twisted recesses of the linked, amalgamating gift that one calls "The Internet." In some ways, I have acquired good things, to benefit me-but, I must also say that the bad out-weighs the good. Why do I say that? Well, my habits have changed. In the stead of prudence, and kindness-ignorance and hateful premises riddle my course of action. I would like to say that such results are undesired, and they are. But, in the profound moment of that unique observation, I found that I couldn't blame it on anyone, but myself. Responsibility has gone, like this musty, murky excuse of a summer. But, what of your new friends? The information? The things, that you have deemed "Seriouse"? I say that if such things were not included with the many harrows that followed in suit, I would have gone mad. To some of you, that might seem impossible, to another set of friends, you would say that I was made as an insane, corrupt person. But, I assure you that insanity is far, far away from me. I have morals, or I have what is left of my morals, and my Faith. Also, many of us do not even know what insanity is. Insanity is a mental condition given to those who have done heinous acts upon another, or themselves. Insanity is reserved for the psychotic murderers, the twisted, those who take without grant, and those who take things over the bounds of what the law has identified as "Just" and "unjust." When you look at it, though-we're all a bit insane. A bit crazy. A bit normal, too. We're monsters. Healers. Saints. Demons. We are not God, but we have the choice to become Lucifer, ourselves. We often complain, and we reiterate our best teachings. We say so much, but we do so little. We are under the lackadaisical umbrella of "content" situations, but we storm in fury over things that discomfort us, in the very least. But, what am I, a "crazy" person-to tell others how they should live their lives? Well, first off....it is one's choice to consider the advice, or information given. It is one's right to exercise that will, and look to their own. It is the sole goal of one's Government to protect, and expand one's property. Look at us. Falling, down the stairs of progress. Stumbling, under those who worship the almighty dollar. Crumbling, under those who want our currency. Do you see the irony, in this? We complain about the rich, but we are not like them. We complain about those who cannot live for themselves, and yet-we are not them. We can only be our own person. We only look at one side of a situation, and seldom do we look at both sides of the solution. When I was immersed in these thoughts, I admit that suicide sounded like a good idea. In reality, I know that such a thing is wrong. I enjoy life, and I know very well that we only live once, and after, we go elsewhere. Beyond, or below, or no-where. Of course, it's silly, it's foolish. If so, why is the mind urging me to do so? Could it be that I am my own worst enemy? Reflective, of my observations that might deem humanity a self-destructive race? Perhaps. That, or insanity has breached my halls, tearing at my soul. Perhaps, I am too content, or too disturbed, to know. Perhaps, I am perfectly fine, and very, very bored. Why? Well, if I had better contact with the outside world, I would do something better. If I had something better within that realm, I assure you that this computer that I have would not be in my grasp. I would not know any of my good friends, and I would not know any of my "enemies." Is it good? Is it bad? It could be both. It could be neither. And, why do I present you with all of these excuses? Well, it's a bit complicated. It's a bit hard to absorb. Seeing how my sights of "normal" comprehension have been worn away, How can I discern the bounds of "excuse" and "reason?" What of those infinite sets of eyes, that might read this? How will they see it? That, I do not know. That, I am away from. I would like to concentrate upon those things, but I am not those people. And, they are not me. How dare another, to judge? How dare you, to say that one thing is, and one thing isn't? Well, a plausible shield can be used, for this. If you're a demented Existentialist, like me-you might say that life is what you make of it. And, to me-that is true. Life is a collection, an amalgamation-of all things necessary, and all things real. I find it a difficult task, to deduce the cause that possesses people to say that something is "fake." Know, that even if something is imaginary, it is "real." It has an identity. It is real, to another-and, that makes it just. Or, you could say that something is "fake", and support it with the obsolete tool that one calls "logic." Oh, well. You could be right. You could be wrong. If anything, live your life to the fullest, and be happy, no matter what. Anywho, I'll shut up, and let you get back to your lives. If I do not respond to any of your comments, or the like-please, do not take it personally. In conclusion, I wish you a good day, and a most pleasant tomorrow."
-Copy001

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"Hello, kind reader. As you might have noticed, I have been away, for a few days. Apparently, the obsession of significant thoughts are troubling me, and my mind is a bit......grey, a bit warped. But, I would like to apologise for my "absence", and the like. I understand that a bevy of people are undergoing many a challenge, but I have finally come across a most demented creature, one that I am most shamed to say that I see every day. I looked at myself today, and I saw myself, a person, a human being. I saw the one you call "Copy", and I see a person who has gone through a few things, but it is nothing to be deemed important, or mandatory for the requirements of a bold, argumentative structure that I have built over my defaced foundation of being. I find it hard to come to my own terms, but a most peculiar, most amazing trouble halts me. In all honesty, most of that trouble has stemmed from my ignorance, my unjust person, and surprisingly, my life, when venturing the deep, twisted recesses of the linked, amalgamating gift that one calls "The Internet." In some ways, I have acquired good things, to benefit me-but, I must also say that the bad out-weighs the good. Why do I say that? Well, my habits have changed. In the stead of prudence, and kindness-ignorance and hateful premises riddle my course of action. I would like to say that such results are undesired, and they are. But, in the profound moment of that unique observation, I found that I couldn't blame it on anyone, but myself. Responsibility has gone, like this musty, murky excuse of a summer. But, what of your new friends? The information? The things, that you have deemed "Seriouse"? I say that if such things were not included with the many harrows that followed in suit, I would have gone mad. To some of you, that might seem impossible, to another set of friends, you would say that I was made as an insane, corrupt person. But, I assure you that insanity is far, far away from me. I have morals, or I have what is left of my morals, and my Faith. Also, many of us do not even know what insanity is. Insanity is a mental condition given to those who have done heinous acts upon another, or themselves. Insanity is reserved for the psychotic murderers, the twisted, those who take without grant, and those who take things over the bounds of what the law has identified as "Just" and "unjust." When you look at it, though-we're all a bit insane. A bit crazy. A bit normal, too. We're monsters. Healers. Saints. Demons. We are not God, but we have the choice to become Lucifer, ourselves. We often complain, and we reiterate our best teachings. We say so much, but we do so little. We are under the lackadaisical umbrella of "content" situations, but we storm in fury over things that discomfort us, in the very least. But, what am I, a "crazy" person-to tell others how they should live their lives? Well, first off....it is one's choice to consider the advice, or information given. It is one's right to exercise that will, and look to their own. It is the sole goal of one's Government to protect, and expand one's property. Look at us. Falling, down the stairs of progress. Stumbling, under those who worship the almighty dollar. Crumbling, under those who want our currency. Do you see the irony, in this? We complain about the rich, but we are not like them. We complain about those who cannot live for themselves, and yet-we are not them. We can only be our own person. We only look at one side of a situation, and seldom do we look at both sides of the solution. When I was immersed in these thoughts, I admit that suicide sounded like a good idea. In reality, I know that such a thing is wrong. I enjoy life, and I know very well that we only live once, and after, we go elsewhere. Beyond, or below, or no-where. Of course, it's silly, it's foolish. If so, why is the mind urging me to do so? Could it be that I am my own worst enemy? Reflective, of my observations that might deem humanity a self-destructive race? Perhaps. That, or insanity has breached my halls, tearing at my soul. Perhaps, I am too content, or too disturbed, to know. Perhaps, I am perfectly fine, and very, very bored. Why? Well, if I had better contact with the outside world, I would do something better. If I had something better within that realm, I assure you that this computer that I have would not be in my grasp. I would not know any of my good friends, and I would not know any of my "enemies." Is it good? Is it bad? It could be both. It could be neither. And, why do I present you with all of these excuses? Well, it's a bit complicated. It's a bit hard to absorb. Seeing how my sights of "normal" comprehension have been worn away, How can I discern the bounds of "excuse" and "reason?" What of those infinite sets of eyes, that might read this? How will they see it? That, I do not know. That, I am away from. I would like to concentrate upon those things, but I am not those people. And, they are not me. How dare another, to judge? How dare you, to say that one thing is, and one thing isn't? Well, a plausible shield can be used, for this. If you're a demented Existentialist, like me-you might say that life is what you make of it. And, to me-that is true. Life is a collection, an amalgamation-of all things necessary, and all things real. I find it a difficult task, to deduce the cause that possesses people to say that something is "fake." Know, that even if something is imaginary, it is "real." It has an identity. It is real, to another-and, that makes it just. Or, you could say that something is "fake", and support it with the obsolete tool that one calls "logic." Oh, well. You could be right. You could be wrong. If anything, live your life to the fullest, and be happy, no matter what. Anywho, I'll shut up, and let you get back to your lives. If I do not respond to any of your comments, or the like-please, do not take it personally. In conclusion, I wish you a good day, and a most pleasant tomorrow."
-Copy001