Its stuck in my mind the distant time. Of the joy of being alive, I made friends. I learned to converse with humanity. I came to know laughter, emotions, and devotions. 

My friends all differ in size, age, beliefs, and much more. I know some to this day, go after some gold given the chance, and leaves us behind. I can't bring myself to hate them. I remember fights between friends and the people stuck in the middle. I have been beaten and won very little fights. Gotten yelled at for nothing. Made mistakes that I wanted to fix. Exposed to terrible things. I relished my friends words and company. We coordinated together as a team and other times we did stupid but amusing things. I have never accomplished any good deeds. It was pure bliss, better than any treasure. 

I felt included through it all. For them I stand tall. In this pitch black hall. I dedicate this all from my memory of them. Before I lose my memory of them. That existence was small and it was my all. Sincerely, J.P.R