*looks at the Heavens* Father, I ask you not to take the pain, but to help me bear it. I don't know what it is, at least all of it, that I am supposed to do, but I have a good idea. I hurt every day, some, like today, more so than others. I feel so alone, Father. I can't wait to come Home, but I know I can't right now. I hope I'm not doing the wrong thing right now. I hope I don't hurt him. he's a good man, and deserves to be happy. I'm tired of hurting, and of those around me hurting as well
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