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“Espero que não pense que sou um monstro por escolher minha vida, ao menos uma vez. Foi preciso deixar meu sonho e meu amor morrerem para que eu percebesse que ainda estava viva. Só sei que não posso continuar naquela personagem, aquela versão mal-acabada de mim, um zumbi que se perdeu. Tudo o que preciso é de uma chance de sair desse beco no qual me encontro. Entenda, há coisas que, depois que descobrimos, nunca mais nos deixam voltar atrás. Não é como se você pudesse esquecer aquilo o que aprendeu.”

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