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In the multitude of thoughts, only a few words get phrased. I shall forbear, for if God's blessing is upon a path, it shall be plain.

Yet sorrow ere belongs to the living, and I have no choice but to face it whenever it arrives. I trade my fear for emptiness, harsh reality, and to free you from suspicion. Is it worth it? It must be, for your joy is more important than my own, because you know how to enjoy it. In any case, delaying the truth is a poor option.