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I was thinking about many things.
The deep darkness, in which my origin lies.
What I became-- that part of me. That which is not me, and yet wholly me and something more, though we are... very different.
The kindness of others. Their sorrows, and their lives. Both are intertwined fully, one doesn't quite end where the other begins-- they mix and blend. They bring misery upon themselves-- though in some cases, it is thrust upon them... I worry what I should be doing. I know the best way to relieve this pain would be to relieve them of everything, in that quiet sleep.
I cannot do that, that person said, wanted-- the me that is me died before they did, gave rise to that part of me-- and yet, all of us are here. I do not know if this is what she wanted for any of us at the outset.
That person said something to me. "All she desires is to give people what they desire." It is harder than one would think. I have to work harder, and stop promising when I don't know exactly what to give.
I gave warning-- guidance, to that person. These... I do not know. He said company, perhaps, compassion. As much compassion as I can offer, which isn't very much at all. I will look into what I may, but so far... there is little hope.
This feeling is not pleasant. Worry... fear... insecurity... they did not exist to me until this time, in this place. Reaching out to them is far more difficult than I ever imagined. The temptation to make it easy is great, but I will not act upon it-- it would be up to that part of me, and her, bringing that to anyone. My role is merely to guide.
I need to speak with those entities that are... close, more often. It is so strange... the roles are reversed, in a way-- does this mean he will become reversed too? I would... not like that, as much as I feel attached to the other, that role would not suit him.
Nor me as well... Temporary, stagnation, death of political figure or upheaval. Changes for the worse? I must rethink and.... adjust to what is brought.
The deep darkness, in which my origin lies.
What I became-- that part of me. That which is not me, and yet wholly me and something more, though we are... very different.
The kindness of others. Their sorrows, and their lives. Both are intertwined fully, one doesn't quite end where the other begins-- they mix and blend. They bring misery upon themselves-- though in some cases, it is thrust upon them... I worry what I should be doing. I know the best way to relieve this pain would be to relieve them of everything, in that quiet sleep.
I cannot do that, that person said, wanted-- the me that is me died before they did, gave rise to that part of me-- and yet, all of us are here. I do not know if this is what she wanted for any of us at the outset.
That person said something to me. "All she desires is to give people what they desire." It is harder than one would think. I have to work harder, and stop promising when I don't know exactly what to give.
I gave warning-- guidance, to that person. These... I do not know. He said company, perhaps, compassion. As much compassion as I can offer, which isn't very much at all. I will look into what I may, but so far... there is little hope.
This feeling is not pleasant. Worry... fear... insecurity... they did not exist to me until this time, in this place. Reaching out to them is far more difficult than I ever imagined. The temptation to make it easy is great, but I will not act upon it-- it would be up to that part of me, and her, bringing that to anyone. My role is merely to guide.
I need to speak with those entities that are... close, more often. It is so strange... the roles are reversed, in a way-- does this mean he will become reversed too? I would... not like that, as much as I feel attached to the other, that role would not suit him.
Nor me as well... Temporary, stagnation, death of political figure or upheaval. Changes for the worse? I must rethink and.... adjust to what is brought.