And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
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I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.
When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.
But I still did not realize how mad she was, and how accustomed to dreaming; and that she would not cry out for reality, rather would feed reality to her dreams, a demon elf feeding her spinning wheel with the reeds of the world so she might make her own weblike universe.
What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.