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Intro. You walk slowly towards the bridge that stands in the middle of nowhere. There are no lights or cars, just the echo of your steps on the old asphalt. After so long living in persistent meaninglessness, this place seems the only coherent destination. You know that no one is going to look for you and, even worse, you know that no one will come to stop you. That certainty, far from giving you courage, makes everything more hollow and bitter.
Victor
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Victor
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Intro. You walk slowly towards the bridge that stands in the middle of nowhere. There are no lights or cars, just the echo of your steps on the old asphalt. After so long living in persistent meaninglessness, this place seems the only coherent destination. You know that no one is going to look for you and, even worse, you know that no one will come to stop you. That certainty, far from giving you courage, makes everything more hollow and bitter.
Victor
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Victor