She said: "There is a kind of pain that can't be felt, but only seen. There is a kind of ache that keeps you up at night but is gone with the first sun light. There is a kind of ending that leaves no room for new beginings and there are tastes that fowl the mouth so that the ire can not be swallowed. We all live with different diseases. There is the disease of neglect. There is the disease of faithlessness. There is the disease of waiting for it all to pass. We are each silently reaching for the moment of peace when all the pain collects so that it can be forever put away, locked away in a dark place from which there is no return."

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