It was as if somehow in that one moment I was
utterly enchanted and at peace with the extent of my darkness hiding from faces hiding from talk hiding in places no one dared walk. There's this line between being trapped within a daily routine and doing something daring and slightly life threatening that reminded me for a moment I wanted to be alive. And that moment, that line that place I walked reminded me that I ought not give up it was the fear of losing my life that gave me my life. Is that so wrong to say now looking back? Charity
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