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Thinker...
Knower...
I... can't let pain or suffering destroy me. Sometimes I will need to yield to it. I can definitely be hurt, killed even. Facts. Sometimes I have to tend it. But loss, breaks, bruises, and the rest, unless they take me, are to be gladly accepted. I... may be more cautious on roofs in the future, and with rope, and else. But I won't stop loving, if that is an option, or hoping.
I'm not mean. I just won't let a beautiful thing, like love, even lost love, damage me wrongly. She, the real her if she seemed rather real, wouldn't want that to hurt. Other than in the missing, longing, so truth of a love that once was. She just wasn't that way, I wouldn't have loved her if she were? If young love isn't... exactly... particular about finer points, at times? It was myself who... held the cudgel, used it. Now that I remember, and know God... I have given Him the shillelagh. Which He has retired.
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