It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher.
A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me.

He never loved me.
It was all a lie.

"The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.
You must hurt or be hurt.

Autor: Lauren Oliver

It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. <br />A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me.<br /><br />He never loved me.<br />It was all a lie.<br /><br />"The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone.<br />You must hurt or be hurt. - Lauren Oliver


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