It seems clear now that I was sent to you to be a catalyst.
Part of the prompting system – if not the carrot, then the prod for you to make a certain decision.
I hate being used in such capacity.
No matter how I wrestle with it, it always cuts deeply because I lost.
Fresh wounding, always repeating.
There seems to be no balm to soothe.
I hate that.
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