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The Clarity Came
And down I looked, into the sad little creature of the pendant's eyes.
Sorrow. Loneliness. The look of longing.
And it was me that I saw inside of it.
I anticipated hurling myself inside of that river.
And then it came to me:
"If you need to be helped so desperately, let me help you start a new beginning."
And so I threw it in, with a hint of urgency resonating inside.
As I walked away, I felt the sadness weigh in.
But I did not cry. For, I had just set myself free.
Free...of my own self.
And what could be more beauteous than that?
So thus the end had dawned on me...
I felt as though a new beginning had only started to unravel.
Sorrow. Loneliness. The look of longing.
And it was me that I saw inside of it.
I anticipated hurling myself inside of that river.
And then it came to me:
"If you need to be helped so desperately, let me help you start a new beginning."
And so I threw it in, with a hint of urgency resonating inside.
As I walked away, I felt the sadness weigh in.
But I did not cry. For, I had just set myself free.
Free...of my own self.
And what could be more beauteous than that?
So thus the end had dawned on me...
I felt as though a new beginning had only started to unravel.
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