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Maria Nicanor

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13 maio 2013


She felt like her lungs had turned inside out. They wouldn't fill with air. It was urgent what she felt, but she couldn't explain it. She could never make him understand.
This is the man you love, some part of her felt the need to say.
I don't know what that means, the rest of her responded. I don't know how to do that now.
Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn't get away from the hurt of them. She could leave him, walk away and move town, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight, even the sky felt like a prison.
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