She worships at his temple; I plead with her to see the light. Even though my stories of salvation are tantamount to lies, what matters is that I believe them to be true. She tells me of the dreams that haunt her in the night and the thoughts that plague her through the day. I tell her to smile and carry on, for soon her pain will go away. She doesn't believe me, and I don't blame her. Heartbreak, like love, is blinding.
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