In the fervor of the night and in different environments, four voices thought in unison a kindred truth that they denied for a long time. Forced to be alone, away from the outside world, those four souls felt as if a rope around their necks was slowly choking them, leaving only a chink through which air could pass.147Please respect copyright.PENANAJCm2I9ihX2
The voices, three male and one of a young woman, were confused and almost in turmoil, veterans of something serious. The voices, almost expressing themselves by connecting with each other, thought this:147Please respect copyright.PENANAyzmLl3STBr
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I am in solitude now, aware that anyone wants to have that talent. I have always used my gift for others, heedless of what would happen to me. But often good deeds are not enough, especially if the interlocutor takes advantage of the situation by taking more, more and more, even going so far as to drain your soul. I allowed them to use me by hiding in the illusion that that, somehow, could be a family. I felt like an object and not a thinking individual.147Please respect copyright.PENANAG30LRZXTxy
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It is at that very moment, that one moment only, that the gift becomes a curse. The pain of loss is something you can't stifle; it leads you to do something you never imagined you were capable of; without even realizing it. Freedom is an asset you cannot afford to lose and you must keep it as long as you have the strength, should you take your last breath in doing so. The good you have given for others will not be returned to you in your time of need, and when you hope to find a shoulder to lean on, you will be disappointed in people. Or so I thought. My story began in the worst way, but maybe it will end in the best, maybe someone will succeed in destroying the armor I have created over the years, but until then I will remain in my iron prison.147Please respect copyright.PENANAC9leTqpjWs
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Wherever I am that talent I have I will keep it safe.147Please respect copyright.PENANAavYdRwrnG3
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In the snows. Under the ground. In the midst of caves. In the darkest forests. Under a boulder. Up in the sky. In the ocean. No one must find me! No one knows who I am! No one can see me! I try to keep my distance from all pain, and though it is cowardly, I am not ashamed of it. I dwell in solitude among the shadows, where I hope no one can reach me. My gift is now mine alone and my mission is to guard it. I can only trust those who are in the same situation as me; I would not follow anyone else if they asked me to. My family is now me.147Please respect copyright.PENANAJlqLoVcD8D
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