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(Page 2 of 2) Only for the weak by Federico PatanéMy strength leaving my body. I gave everything I had to give, and then I gave some more. If my life would have ended there I would have died happy. The words became blurry for a moment. But I knew what I had to say.
"IT IS ONLY FOR THE WEAK!!!!"
Finally I gave up, my body collapsed but I didn't fall. I felt hands all over me keeping me standing. I saw faces of people I didn't knew helping me. I was lifted above them. More and more hands held my limp body. It felt like flying. I was moved towards the stage as I heard everyone else respond to the preachers call – "It is only for the weak!"- . I tried to speak, but only a whisper came out of my mouth. I came to the edge of the crowd. I could see a hole between the people and preacher.
I extended my hand to Anders and I could see his hand extended to mine. I could feel his hand in mine and then nothing. I fell through the hole. I sank into the void and I let go of everything. This would be my resting place. This hole that separated him from the rest of us: his followers.
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"Are you OK kid??" a voice said when I opened my eyes again.
I turned my head to him and saw the rastafarian hair and the beard. It was Anders.
I smiled and I nodded. I ended up in the hole, but it turned out to be the best day of my life.
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