My dear, there's so much I would love to say, but since you know me best, you know I won't say a word. Also of everything that happened before, I do not wish to rush too fast. I write stories of which you have known before, only this time I share some of the true me in them. And you know that there's still that part of me who doubts and scares myself. I do still manage to convince myself with a little foolishness. I could put this all in more difficult riddles and metaphores, but I highly doubt that you would need that.
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