The last time I got physically hurt was very long time ago that I can’t recollect that feeling…
That rising temperature of your hurting body part, the physical pain that won’t go no matter how many sad or cheerful songs you listen to. The blood that is always there. The stubborn tears. The obvious discomfort. The helpless pleas to no one…the weakness…and the inevitable urge to escape your pain battling the need to tend to your wound.
The scary part is that it’s real.





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