I've had so much reflection the last few years, and how the belief of hope and the want for freedom is impossible. That it's naive, childish, and a far belief. I lived with my keepers for years; they have been in my life since I was born. I was born in this life and still wish for more. I've fallen in love with the most admirable people; I've found my other halves that make me want the belief in hope. I believe because I am human, I hope because I am sure there will be more than this abuse. I was so strong in my belief I was culled for it, and regardless of all I go through I will always love. I will always fight for others, and I will always fight for you. I believe in you, everyone who is going through what I am or have survived or escaped it. Never lose hope. No matter how childish it's viewed, no matter how wrong it feels, never stop hoping for a better life and never give up. If nobody fights for you, I will. If nobody believes in you, I always will. You will always have somebody who will want to hear from you, you will always have human connection. I have been brushed aside for my wants, for my desires and my profound want for freedom. Even if this faith falters, even if you aren't sure, there will always be people somewhere fighting for you. You are not a non-existent person. You will be loved by people you will never know the names of, outside of what you were culled for. Outside of what I was culled for. I will always wish for you, people I never know. I will always think about you, and your lives even if I know nothing about it. You connect, and you understand, and that's enough for me to miss you.
