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I have been given a line by God, a brave and free line where children can run. I am just a mile, but with God's help, I will make a difference.

Shadows and targets surround me, as darkness engulfs. With dwindling light, you bid your final farewell. Wolves lurk in the shadows, as I quietly utter a plea for survival. No cries escape my lips.

Glasses. No expression. At my head, I wanna drown my sorrow. No tomorrow. I find it kinda funny.

A mother admires a man but notices that he never makes eye contact. She wonders if he might be a demon or devil.

I am very tired of saying goodbye. When I look inside, I see a lot of things. Let's take a look.

I feel scared when I see the expression in your eyes. I want to say goodbye, but sometimes I want to fight. I need you now and I need you even more if you hold on.

“Tranquilo, tranquilo, papá. Voy. Uno, dos, tres…” The speaker describes what happened during an emergency: they hear “¿Qué pasa?” and their mother tells them to get under the column because it is the strongest. The speaker was looking for a table, but follows their mother’s instructions. Their sister leaves the room and falls beside them, where the bait is, and everything collapses onto them. Their mother asks what is there because something broke. The speaker says they didn’t see anything because they were positioned a certain way, but they could fall and things fell on them, and they fell, staying “así” throughout the night. They mention a child under seven years old named Mateo. They heard him at first and called out “Mateo, Mateo,” but at that moment they no longer heard him. Mateo reportedly said he felt the waves of his mother’s arm and that he was upstairs, and the family tried to support him there and help him calm down, telling him to breathe while others went to get help. The speaker says they don’t know if Mateo is still alive and explains what they feared. The speaker’s grandmother told them they were being crushed and that they should help. The speaker responds that they will help take him out, but describes intense pressure from their grandmother, who pinched them and repeatedly told them, “ayúdame, ayúdame.”

If I could go back and sit down with the girl I used to be, I wouldn’t tell her to change—I’d tell her she’s going to make it. This is the letter I never wrote, until now. Dear younger me, with your eyes so wide: you don’t know it yet, but you’ll survive. The nights you spent crying on the bathroom floor, and the cracks you hide, are where the light will dwell. I know you’re scared and tired, but there’s a fire in you that’s never expired. Hold on, little girl—you’re gonna be okay. Shrinking for the crowd won’t help; your voice is your power. So say it loud. The ones who mock you now will not matter, because Withelf is here to stay. You don’t need the approval of the world outside; you just need the courage to live your own life. The crown they gave you is made of glass, but you’re a diamond now—and diamonds last. Hold on, little girl—you’re gonna be okay. The future is already planned—not by fate or destiny, but by the strength inside. The same strength you’ll carry until the day you die. So hold on, little girl. You’re gonna be alright.

I hear the train of governors ruling around the bed. I see the bloodshed, but I don't know where.

In the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through. Oh, you feel my lungs of sweetness. To you?

You are not hidden. Your innocence has been shattered. I can hear you softly whispering your soul's desires.

I looked into the eyes of a godson and told him that I tried my best. Our day will come, but we must keep going.

I found a new command that helps me navigate in the dark. Behind me, there are countless hands reaching out to guide me.

Me and this wire, a test of will—I see the words in the air I breathe. Got to find the magic hidden in my sleeve. Show me what you got.

I am someone you should recognize, yet you lack the intelligence to truly know me. However, in the near future, you will come to understand my identity.

One night, he will be free. He's the best I can see. He's the star. He's the night that shows up.

I'm manic and here to tell you how the world ends and how light bends with reality. The past is coming back to blast and crash you. Tidal waves will smash you with energy, trapping you in fear. You're nothing but a ghost of memory. See it backwards; reality is coming faster. I'm its master. First mark, razor blades in your heart, tearing your soul apart. It's the first dirty mark, eternal spark. I'm the light in the darkness, God's eternal spark, Lucifer's mark, razor blades in your arm, trapping you in a state of fear.

I may be young and small, but I am somebody. My clothes, face, and hair may be different, but I am somebody. I must be respected, protected, and never rejected. I am somebody.

Speaker 0: And are you coming to the tree, burned eyeglass of hope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would appear. If we met

Heartbroken. Broken. I took a cryptic bow. Heart broke. Broke. I took a cryptic bow.

I may be young and small, but I am somebody. My clothes, face, and hair may be different, but I am somebody. I must be respected, protected, and never rejected. I am somebody. I am somebody. I am somebody.

The speaker describes a young boy, a stranger to the speaker, who could inflict strong pain with his fingers.

To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain because it's the only thing that feels real. The needle tears the hole, bringing that old familiar sting. I try to kill it all, but I remember everything.

There are 7 of us, and I am the last one. I wasn't expected, but I was wanted. I was beaten in my youth, but apparently not enough. The speaker's family is Catholic, attending church and confession regularly.

You will soon find out who I am.