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You wanted to be known for your kindness, your font of overflowing compassion. Instead you let something fester beneath it, unaware of the poisoned lake spreading throughout you; it would fail to consume you completely, but in the struggle against it you would be left weaker.
Your last words were the final reflection of it’s divine toxin. “What is wrong with me.”