Mirrored in story,
resolution is
in the afterlife.

But I wanted
desperately
to believe
my soul was designed
to be
forgiven.

It felt meaningful,
the magical proposition of
fairy tale;
like something spiritual,
mystical.

In it,
there was
enchantment:
the difference between
illusion and
magic.

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