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[ofnovalue]

From: Anonymous
Date: April 17th

I know this may seem like such a trite and of little worthy regard given all that has happened over the last several weeks, but truly, I am a fool who has allowed their thoughts to be consumed with but one thing when I should be focused on my service here. Forgive this, and my fool's heart, but I feel as if I can no longer simply let this fester in my mind.




What does it mean if the very idea of love brings naught but profound pain? The sort that makes your chest ache tremendously, and your mind to burn as if buried in embers. When the very idea of it inspires tears, and no happiness can be found?

I can find none who know this pain. Am I damaged in some way? Is my mind and heart corrupted by a sort of blight we know not of?

Comments

[ofnovalue]

As strange as these machinations are, I do believe I am competent enough at this point to fair well in obtaining that information.

[hypomeneo]

Technology is a little tricky for me so I am never quite sure when I use this thing if the necessary information is coming across. That's good to hear.

[99.9% of mages are technophobes and live as isolated from technology as possibly. Waver is the rare exception but he is by no means fluent in everything.

This includes social media.]