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"I think I'm strong enough now," she said, hesitatingly. "Maybe not enough time has passed, you're still wounded, in pain. Reconsider, you can wait another month, another year," whispered a voice in her head. Maybe it was right. What if she tried to take a step foreward and stumbled? Could she lift herself up again so soon? The invisible weight on her shoulders became heavier, the world began to twist and turn around her, making her dizzy... No. Not again. Never again. She forced herself to stand a little straighter. Lifted her head, pushed her shoulders back. "I know sometimes things won't go my way; maybe I will stumble, maybe I will fall. But now I know how to pick myself up, I don't need anyone to help me with that anymore. I am ready." Welcome.
My name is Dana Fridman, and this is my new beginning. Enter my domain, enter my mind and read my thoughts. I hope you will find something here that would strenghten you, enlighten you, or just make you think. Yours, Black Willow - away |
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