There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.
No one loves me, – no one cares for me, but you, mother.
The morning brought more peace if it did not entirely dissipate fear.
Love me as I am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.
But the future must be met, however stern and iron it be.
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