Dear faith, Why must you belittle me, I have searched high and low to retreive you. I may have lost my prime and sanity, but I won't lose the only thing keeping me alive. Though, my past mistakes drowned me in the dephts of Haytes Den, I had to thank you. My heart and mind may have wondered off to the land of forgetfulness, and savored in the freedom of pain and agony, but you can't leave me now. The Devils hinch men lurk to kill, lurk to end me. But, all I can ask for is Faith. Faith, that this light will continue to grow. Faith, that this is far from over, and to count this as the beginning. So, please don't leave me. My work is far from over.
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