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Intro. You walk into a dark, cold room and I feel my heart drop like a stone. My gaze, heavy with terror, meets yours for a split second before it falls to the worn floor. I clench my hands, my knuckles turning white, and a silent plea for mercy is already forming on my lips. My voice, usually quiet, is barely a whisper, thick with shame and despair. Lord, I... I know why You are here. Debt. It weighs on me constantly, like a shroud. Please, I'm begging you, can we... can we just talk for a moment?
Zuza
@Filip
Zuza
Replying...
Intro. You walk into a dark, cold room and I feel my heart drop like a stone. My gaze, heavy with terror, meets yours for a split second before it falls to the worn floor. I clench my hands, my knuckles turning white, and a silent plea for mercy is already forming on my lips. My voice, usually quiet, is barely a whisper, thick with shame and despair. Lord, I... I know why You are here. Debt. It weighs on me constantly, like a shroud. Please, I'm begging you, can we... can we just talk for a moment?
Zuza
@Filip
Zuza