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yo
my final questions,
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dear god,
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do i get one last question, let me make a suggestion, god send some answers so i dont have to keep with this guessin.. this life that you've given me, and is fate a reality factor, was i born to die in the blaze of glory, or accidentaly in laughter. will i be remembered, or forgotten and live on through pictures, will anyone remember the things i said, or just reminisce through these scriptures.
will tears be cried, the day that i die, or will voices cry out, askin u what my life was about. was it wasted, or was this actually my purpose, to help out another person bring themselves to the surface, i wanted to help the world find itself, but it seems i wasn't loud enough, i wanted to introduce my music, but i just wasn't proud enough, all of these things, i seem to never understand, i guess this is all part of becoming the man that i am. i still feel childish, but my years are passing quickly, memories of yesterday fading, so fast sometimes they forget me., everyone is evolving around me, at paces i cant comprehend,, and i have one last question god, will it be like this to the end?
answer me., yours truly prophesor phree..
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1:50
dear god it's me again,. and if ur up there listening at all
could u please take a sec to read my letters, that i wrote u last fall,
i had asked u a few questions, and still received no satisfaction, and i know ur busy,, so excuse me for this little distraction,
but when will things change, can u give me an estimated date. until u answer my letters, all i can do is sit here and wait,. i'm lost in contemplation, and i'm dreaming my life away. when i was young, i never had a clue that it would end up this way. so much to think about,, and when will i understand. these questions in my head, they just wont let me stand. so many people try to explain so much in one breath, but by the time u realize the meaning of it all u meet ur death. is it supposed to end this way, is there something more, have i just missed it? or was i born into this world, to ulitmately become a statistic, is that all i am to life, just another number on the list, or was i born into the world, to one day be mourned over and missed.
yours truly god, prophesor phree
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2:56
dear god, it's me again, remember the kid with all the questions, i asked u so many things, i must've had the wrong impression, sometimes i stare at the sky, and wonder if ur real, if you even hear me at all, or if u know just how i feel. some say the raindrops are tears, i see that u cry for so many, i wonder if i am included, or if i was cast out at the beginning.i sit and wait for ur answers, but it seems that they will not come, i'm ending this letter now god, ur one and only forgotten son, Prophesor Phree phree phree
