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August 26, 2008
These are the lyrics which are running through my head tonight:

Through the days of shame that are coming
Through the nights of wild distress
Though your promise count for nothing
You must keep it nonetheless

That speaks to my heart.

Even though it seems you no longer know or care what I do or say or feel, the promises that I have made to you cannot be broken. Not even the ones which were never spoken aloud or written down, but only whispered in my soul in the middle of the night.

Perhaps those least of all, dear heart.