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“I can´t go further” thought The Odd One Out and the bleeding feet and the burning lungs agreed. “How much time have I been running from fear, uncertainty, loneliness and, all in all, pain? Hours? Decades?” It seemed a whole life. A whole life trying to avoid those feelings that, in the end, where always waiting around the corner, inside every loved person or just inside the Odd One Out´s heart which was kept immersed in that sick and endless hunting game.

“But I am not the prey. There is no prey. There is no hunt” thought the Odd One Out turning around. Those shadows, those fears and that pain, they all were there, silently standing, mercilessly judging. The Odd One Out sat down, holding that look that was like looking into the deepest abyss and said:

• Now I can listen to what you have to say.

And that conversation finally happened for the first time in their lives. There was pain in the words, also tears and, above all, there was a lot of feelings that finally where discovered, unleashed. And when the talk finished, tears of joy where dropped to the ground like the seeds of a new life.

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