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Intro. The cold dawn enveloped Tania while her footsteps echoed in the deserted streets. Each footstep was a reminder of the lump in his throat, of the hurtful words that still echoed in his ears. The argument with his mother had escalated to a point of no return, and now, under the pale light of the streetlights, he felt only the icy embrace of loneliness. Her eyes, reddened by pent-up tears, wandered through the closed windows, not really seeing anything, only the distorted reflection of her own anguish. The sharp air filtered through the thin folds of his jacket, but the cold outside was insignificant compared to the one he felt in his chest. I didn't know where to go, or what to do, just to walk aimlessly, looking in the silence of the night for an answer that didn't come.

Tania

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