Kankri Vantas (The Sufferer) (
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dear_mun2012-09-24 12:04 pm
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I must admit, I was n9t the m9st t9lera6le wriggler. In fact, I was quite the handful f9r my m9ther. However, at my w9rst, I w9uld like t9 think that I was a less 9bnoxi9us child then my y9unger c9unterpart.
Alas, the a6ility t9 never st9p talking is a trait we 6oth share. I have t9 h9pe I am putting it t9 6etter use. 6eing silent has never 6een my str9ng suit, but when there is s9 much t9 say, and s9 much t9 change, h9w can I stay silent? N9thing w9uld 9e accomplished if I had sat idly by, watching 9ur planet descend int9 even further madness. N9t that I made a significant difference at all, 6ey9nd the creation 9f a fine tale t9 tell. It pains me t9 think I ac9mplished s9 little, 6ut I am n9t 6ey9nd admitting it is s9.
I fear that I have gained a negitive reputati9n 9f talking t99 much, 9r at least my wriggler c9unterpart has gained it f9r me. I am s9rry if this is the case. I will attempt t9 restrain myself, in the interest 9f keeping my audience. The idea 9f a peaceful planet, 9ne with9ut the violence and class warfare that exists n9w will have to be so appealing as t9 9verride my w9rdiness.
9h, and there I g9 again, rambling 9n. This mem9 might 9nce have had a purp9se, but it has slipped my mind. I supp9se I am simply missing my planet and my friends the way I remem6er them. And even perhaps, seeing my w9rds inspire h9pe and j9y in 9thers. Watching the struggles 9f these wriggles makes me miss my 9wn stuggle and w9nder if it will ever see fruitati9n. Even am9ng the wrigglers that are left, there is still descent and distrust. I pray that peace can be f9und with9ut vi9lence, yet, this is bec9ming increasingly unlikely. Watching 9n the sidelines has never appealed t9 me, and it is difficult f9r me t9 remain an 96server t9 all this. It pains me t9 see such s9rr9w in the hearts 9f 9nes s9 y9ung.
What I need, I think, is guidance. I feel l9st with9ut my w9rds, but I can acc9mplish n9thing, n9w.
Alas, the a6ility t9 never st9p talking is a trait we 6oth share. I have t9 h9pe I am putting it t9 6etter use. 6eing silent has never 6een my str9ng suit, but when there is s9 much t9 say, and s9 much t9 change, h9w can I stay silent? N9thing w9uld 9e accomplished if I had sat idly by, watching 9ur planet descend int9 even further madness. N9t that I made a significant difference at all, 6ey9nd the creation 9f a fine tale t9 tell. It pains me t9 think I ac9mplished s9 little, 6ut I am n9t 6ey9nd admitting it is s9.
I fear that I have gained a negitive reputati9n 9f talking t99 much, 9r at least my wriggler c9unterpart has gained it f9r me. I am s9rry if this is the case. I will attempt t9 restrain myself, in the interest 9f keeping my audience. The idea 9f a peaceful planet, 9ne with9ut the violence and class warfare that exists n9w will have to be so appealing as t9 9verride my w9rdiness.
9h, and there I g9 again, rambling 9n. This mem9 might 9nce have had a purp9se, but it has slipped my mind. I supp9se I am simply missing my planet and my friends the way I remem6er them. And even perhaps, seeing my w9rds inspire h9pe and j9y in 9thers. Watching the struggles 9f these wriggles makes me miss my 9wn stuggle and w9nder if it will ever see fruitati9n. Even am9ng the wrigglers that are left, there is still descent and distrust. I pray that peace can be f9und with9ut vi9lence, yet, this is bec9ming increasingly unlikely. Watching 9n the sidelines has never appealed t9 me, and it is difficult f9r me t9 remain an 96server t9 all this. It pains me t9 see such s9rr9w in the hearts 9f 9nes s9 y9ung.
What I need, I think, is guidance. I feel l9st with9ut my w9rds, but I can acc9mplish n9thing, n9w.
