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In a big city you can get rid of anyone, but not yourself.

Liza has heated herself with positive people and nice speeches, put on a laugh and even believed herself that everything is good in her. But not let go of the old pain nabi hvilya, zruynuvshi picture of an ideal life. On the outside she was a little girl who grew up without a father, in poverty and trying to make herself and the world understand that she was not in any way worse for others. A long-standing wound still hurts, chipping away at my life. So I've made a choice. Do I continue to walk away from the past, hoping that the next storm will not sink us forever? Or recognise that the problem requires a solution and the heart – changes?