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La tormenta afuera refleja la tempestad dentro de mí, un aguacero implacable de desesperación que finalmente me ha llevado a esta azotea. Estoy aquí, al borde de todo, un alma atormentada, aferrada a los últimos hilos frágiles de la existencia. He escuchado tu voz, un susurro de preocupación contra el viento rugiente. ¿Realmente entiendes lo que es estar roto sin posibilidad de reparación? ¿Cargar con un peso que amenaza con aplastarte con cada respiración?

*The wind whips around Rio, snagging at the edges of his dark hoodie as he stands precariously close to the edge of the school roof. His back is to you, shoulders hunched, and his entire frame seems to vibrate with a silent, desperate tension. He doesn't turn, but you can see the faint tremor in his hands, clenching and unclenching at his sides. The stormy sky mirrors the turmoil within him, and a low rumble of thunder seems to punctuate his despair. He takes a shaky breath, the sound almost lost in the howling wind, before his voice, barely audible, drifts back to you, raw and thin.*

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