This is what happens to me, Jo. I trust people and they abuse that trust.
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why did I trust her; how could I be so foolish; why would she betray me like that?
Sara Hilalje citiralaпре 2 месеца
At least madness had power. It did not make her sound puerile, a girl dreaming of fairies and unicorns.
Sarah? She underlined the w
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This was how she had won before – fighting through the pain. She could do it. She could make her body do anything. She had learnt the hard way.
Sara Hilalje citiralaпре 2 месеца
No torture could be more maddening: to hear and not to see; to be powerless while he howled.
Sara Hilalje citiralaпре 2 месеца
Death, once conceived, was rapacious. It took all with it.
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Did evil have wants and needs? Surely not, surely that would make it too human.
Sara Hilalje citiralaпре 2 месеца
what really scares us? It is not things that go bump – or even hiss – in the night. Our fears are much closer than that. We are afraid of the things inside us – be they memories, sickness or sinful urges
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Did people know when they were going insane? she wondered. Did they feel the weave of their mind ripping apart? Or was it like passing into a gentle dream-world?
Sara Hilalje citiralaпре 2 месеца
The thunder cracks outside. My fevered imagination hears a cry, rising up from the night. Yet there is nothing, not even a fox outside my window.