"I must be an idiot," says the Little Girl.
"Because," replies the angel, "you are still trying?"
"Precisely."
"Don't give up."
"Even though it's futile? I made that decision so long ago...to be lonely..."
"Instead of untrue."
"But lonely anyway."
"You would have hated yourself," says the angel.
"Yes. And instead I hate everything else. Running and running. All my energy wasted."
"We know you are tired, Little Girl. You are more tired than ever."
She sighs. "Yes. I am very tired."
"And yet you choose to live, as you chose to be born. If you think that thinking is a sin, then end it. If you think that it is a privilege, then continue - and do something about it."
"I will try."
"Don't try. Do it."
"No one is listening."
"Then leave it behind. Someone will hear it one day and be grateful. Don't cry."
"You know I'm not crying, Uriel. If I were crying, I wouldn't ever stop."
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