Your union with the world has only awarded you torment. So I say to you, my dear heart, stay hidden. There's something about your shine that compels even the sinewy to break their oaths.
Your purity is fragility. The depth at which you travel to unmask the genuineness of your agenda, is a direct reflection of this vulnerability I speak of. You, my dear heart, must remain hidden.
Your infrequent gift is exactly what the world needs, but much as they may be desperate for you, they are yet to learn how to unwrap you. Because you, my dear heart, are delicate.
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