- Poor girl ...
- Why do you ask? ...
- Look at her, his eyes read a toughness built by pain, a hard cold, distant ...
- But if it looks happy ...
- And you have to see how happy it really seems to be ... do not all hide feelings, past hurts, unfulfilled dreams and disappointments ...?
- Yes, but too young to suffer ...
- No, the pain knows no age, gender, person, pain destroys everything without stopping without respite, without leaving a simple breath of life to be able to charge you batteries ...
- How do you know much about it know?
- Perhaps the more aware of what she and I both know, maybe should be the stone to break the thin ice crystal which separates happiness ... but ...
- But? But what?
- I will not, never looking back, forget it ... and will keep your glass for the rest of your life ...
- Why? Who are you to decide that ...?
- I'm afraid.
The fear is that we are not happy, do not make others happy, binds us, kill us, makes us unhappy ... not ever be afraid to tell the truth, to say what feeling, because every time you lie you step back in your happiness and that of others.
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