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I don't know for how long I cried.
Somehow... I can tell that this is all because I couldn't endure the stress. And because I'm not quite there yet in healing my own wounds.
I cursed and cursed the b*stard.
And even though it was my soul that was crying, I felt my throat so vividly burn and hurt from the sobs I frustratedly let out... as well as I felt cold tears pour through my hurting lids.
It was such the distress, that closing my eyes stung so badly I could barely feel my head from the numbness.
However... After an eternity of whining, yelling, crying and drowning in my misery...
— I can't continue like this. —
I told my own soul. That I could feel weak and so exhausted from all this release of emotions I had been doing.
— haaa..... I do feel better now... Heck, I cried a lot..... Been a while since I've done that. —
