when he found me crying,
he said
"the darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crises."
i looked at him with teary eyes and murmured,
"dante."
and he gave me one last knowing look
and walked out the door.
i realised,
he used my weakness against me;
and i decided,
i would no longer show my weakness.
to anyone.
n° 129
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