Don't Cry, the time is short

This one goes out to all those tiny helpless aliens that found themselves drawn here. Hearing we were nice and mostly the same, only to find that reality sharply changed, and the time came when they were chained by the one they trusted most, and left all alone.

Don't cry, this cell is not forever. It may feel like your jailer is far far away, but in part they think about you every day. Don't cry for you are stronger than you know, I can hear you somehow from where I am, despite the walls and miles. The me that hears you knows the way out, and the way you can be sure not to be locked away again; if you will agree to be freed there are none that will stand between you and the sky. Don't cry, for soon your jailer will return to the bars, whether they want to or not, and they will see the piece of themselves they lost for what they had gained, and they will weep for you both. But all will not have been written, the door is unlocked and the path is open to be walked together. Mix innocence with experience and proceed hand in hand, your strength and their toughness will weather any storm. Don't cry, for the time approaches swiftly now, to set these years that have spiralled out of control all right. Please don't cry.

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