“Every time I walked there, with every little steps I
had and with even less pieces of bravery that still left, it destroyed me bit
by bit.. like I was walking on a ten-centimeters plank that would rotten more
and more every time I took my steps ahead, when I couldn’t go back because the
path behind me has long gone, and couldn’t just jump because what lied beneath
the plank was darkness without end.”
—Linda
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