The world was falling apart once more. And the girl of pain felt herself slipping through splinters of putrid matter. She was nauseated by the speed at which everything was disintegrating. She knew it wouldn't last forever, that she would eventually fall off the thin line she was treading.

So methodically had she filled every corner of her thoughts, so diligently had she occupied her moments, that the shock was greater when she saw the first fragments of reality tearing, caught in her gestures.

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For a long time now, she wanted to convince herself that she wasn’t entangled in the days. But everything fell apart, leaving only one image, always the same, to haunt her.