The next part of the Broken Place. There is a line from a song. It's called Doschitai do sta by t.A.T.u. It's Russian meaning count up to 100.
I keep on going. But I see nothing. Sta bessonykh nochey. So long, it seems like it. I am lost V labirintakh lyubvi. I cannot find it. I cannot find the Broken Place. It's shattered now, so the pieces are even smaller. I need to find a way to open the door, and save "vanity". The shattered place is where the door is. The door to where the thing called "heart" is. If I can find the key, then I can open that door. I can find the shattered piece, and fix it. Maybe I can glue the pieces together. But there are no keys. None of them are helping. I can hold the metal in my hand, but can't open a single door. Sta sluchiainynkh klyuchey. They don't work. They won't save us. But what if I can't fix the Shattered place? What will happen? I can keep searching. A v itoge nuli. No hope. I can keep searching for the pieces, but they will not help me much if it is so broken that I cannot fix it. There is so much that is missing. I want to save them. I don't want these people to keep living in their pain. It is too much even for me. Am I the only one that wants to save them? I am sure there are more, but they do not want to help me in fear that they might die too. If I do nothing, then they will. They will. All I am left to do is to keep going. I can find it. I must try, even if I am alone. Right now I can only do one thing. Maybe it will help me. I can count. Count the people that might get hurt. Sta. And then count the people like me, who are already hurt. Sta. Finally, I can count the people that need help. The people that are in pain that you cannot see. Because we try not to see. We cannot see. Sta. More. There are more. Doschitai, Doschitai, Doschitai. Doschitai do sta. NA-VSE-GDA.
*Last few lines: There are more. Count, count, count. Count up to 100. Forever.
*Other tranlsations*
Sta bessonykh nochey
V labirintakh lyubvi.
Sta sluchainykh klyuchey,
A v itoge nuli.
(100 sleepless nights
In the labyrinths of love
100 random keys
But only zeroes as the result)
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