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I miss when she would brush my hair. I miss the songs she would hum while we sat on my bed right before I slept.
But I have never forsaken my oath. I never broke it, technically. Because I still did purge the evil, didn’t I? I purified the waters. Vaenter’s waters. I removed the scum that plagued the waters, in our church! In our own church. I should be praised and awarded for this. I’ve done something remarkable and good for once, right?
Lord, give me a sign.. please tell me that this was all worth it.