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There are things that break you, there are lumps that stay in your throat like when something big breaks and gets stuck in your soul and it becomes difficult to express.

What we don’t say at the right time escapes from our eyes, the tears escape, they rip the chest to leave and we need a sigh, a sunset of those that make us reborn.

For this reason, many of us are short of breath when we are broken in such a way that we cannot rebuild ourselves.

“Some molds cannot be repaired”.