READ THIS, EACH AND EVERY SOUL:

I need to take this moment, because if I've ever even said it, I didn't say it enough because it wasn't said to you.

All of you. Ain't no difference made in what the ever loved fuck's been done by you, to you, towards others, don't fucking matter who or god damned  what.

Doesn't even matter that I've prayed for satan and would take everyone's place in hell for them,

You matter. You're alive and even if you die tomorrow, you would've mattered all the same.

You're more priceless than any other work of art, you're beautiful beyond any definition of it, and every last fucking you've ever tried to make good matters. No difference made in the success or the scale. Every little piece of good intent in you has meant something to someone.

Don't worry about me. This ain't about me. This is about every last ounce of your suffering and all you've ever been told, no matter how intimately cruel or excused it was, paling in comparison to what each and every last one of you means as a part of this world.
The whole wide world out there can be as it seems, same as it ought to be and regardless of how much or little evidence you've seen of how it can be, you will never be so far gone from the grace of chance, that you'll never know how you want better from it for everyone else.
You were meant to live for so much more that whoever's whatever  is trying to make yourself lost from.
We are all stronger than an AK-47. And greater than an atom bomb. We all are impossible.

I cannot completely, now and forever cast that doubt from you that says you are the exclusion from that Us in the very meaning of We.

What I am trying to get at, might be so against definition, that it can never be understood nor fully known,
But you will always ever have that possibility of feeling it.

You Are.
You Just Are.
That Thing,
That Cannot Be Expressed by Any Philosophy,
That Cannot Be Defined by Any Language,
That Cannot Be Proven by Any Equation nor Shown in Any Picture,
That Singular Aspect of Humanity
That Humanity May Never be Able to Grasp
You Are.

Noone
Nowhere
Nothing
Can Take What You Are Away From You.
This, I must beg of you, in high hopes that you may feel this, if we never give it a name to be known by.