Some People are like a butterfly with a broken wing; can not go forward and can not go back. They are stuck and can not reach the bridge they would like to cross. Fate has conquered their spirit, opened up a chasm, the only way out is to jump, shout and remember to be free.
A fronte praceipitium a tergo lupi
“A precipice in front, wolves behind”
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