You Think I Won't Talk?

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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. —

The place was dark yet I could see... Quite a weird combination since there wasn’t really anything to see besides a blurry self.

I ought to say the darkness helped. Although it was certainly difficult to reach some calmness after this crisis.