I am hurting.
Was. Is. I have no idea.
But sometimes I'm wondering, why is it when I am hurting, it is me all alone. And when I died already, lots of people tried to revive me. I am dead. DEAD. There's no point of reviving me.
Just give up, will you??
Emotional struggle is a lot more tiring. I knew that. Especially when the other opponent is yourself. I once participated in chess competition that required me to play 5 rounds. After the 3rd round, I kissed the ground.
Mind vs. Heart
Who knows which will win.
Tired.
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