Sometimes when I cry I don't think I'll ever stop. As the tears stream down my face I can taste the pain. Its salty and sour, I want to rid my mouth of the taste. So I bite my lip, as it starts to bleed I cry even more, not because of the physical pain. Every pain is caused by another memory. As another memory appears in my mind my breath is taken from me. My lungs have been punctured. Another memory, my ear is pounded with a force that almost knocks me off my feet. As I stagger, breathless, bleeding, crying, and holding my ear I wonder; is all this even worth it?
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