āThe river was for crossing, not plunging into. A bridge was for getting to the other side, not for leaping off. My tears wouldnāt stop. I was ashamed, but I resolved to liveā¦. Holding onto the belief that life had meaning and must go on, I, too, would carry on. The train crossed the river, and with that, my tears stopped.ā
— Jan 13, 2026 09:07AM
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