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I tried to pull away, but the sheer strength pinning down on me was too much. I tried to scream, but I found myself squeaking, emotionally too exhausted to cry for help. I tried to run, but I found my legs rooted firmly to the cement floor left to dry. I closed, but it was forced open and everything started falling out. I never knew they were there.

I wished it was just an interlude. Because I cannot stay at that happier place any longer.
And I need this week to be over.