I walk across a twisted lane, holding hands with all who came, to see the unveiling of my life away.
The world away from home I go, to not set eyes on the sun below the rim again, or feel the wind brush against my skin, or the salty pleasure of tears. Pain and grief have brought me here to pull such extremes as this, I ask no other to follow me on my path, for I walk it alone and alone I shall go. Do not worry, for all will be well I will be with those who love me more, and no pain my fall upon my shoulders on which I could bear no more. Bear no grief my sweet maiden for the grief is not complete for one can not feel the grief for one they never loved... and this is why I go.....
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