Life is a cycle of hurt and heal, and life, itself, this will reveal: how fast you heal depends upon your willingness for moving on.
Reason for writing:
Esmeralda:
I am pained that so many would hurt you...the thought of it, and my inability to do anything about it, just makes me weep. You are too precious to me...my mind never strays from my sweet memories of you, though they bear the bitter sting of happiness gone.
I...
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