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Maria Nicanor

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25 novembro 2013


She ran because she thought there was hope and waited with that huge part of her that still lingers. But then, for the first time in her life, she saw there was not and she felt like all her self was gone. And again, for the first time in her life, she actually felt jealous, she knew she had been forgotten.
It felt just like meat served up repeatedly, cold, comfortless and distasteful. There was no stomach that wouldn't turn against it. All she could feel was a thorn that irritated and hurt. It was a sword that kills.
She went home by foot hoping she could walk forever.
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