


A scalding burn on the cheeks.
An uncontrollable throbbing in the throat.
A sound, trembling and pathetic. I can't believe its my own voice.
Hotter streaks sliding down the face do not make the cheeks feel any cooler.
Struggling to catch one's breath.
A numbing feeling on the surface but a turmultous storm raging inside.
Clenched fists, wavering, shivering in spasm. Of shock, of incense, of fear, of fervent hopes of righteousness.
A blurred vision.
The pain inside overwhelms the outer blow.
That twisted, twisted agony. Within.
Suddenly all the descriptive words, phrases etc teachers spoon fed us for our essays don't seem so fake and exaggerated anymore.
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An uncontrollable throbbing in the throat.
A sound, trembling and pathetic. I can't believe its my own voice.
Hotter streaks sliding down the face do not make the cheeks feel any cooler.
Struggling to catch one's breath.
A numbing feeling on the surface but a turmultous storm raging inside.
Clenched fists, wavering, shivering in spasm. Of shock, of incense, of fear, of fervent hopes of righteousness.
A blurred vision.
The pain inside overwhelms the outer blow.
That twisted, twisted agony. Within.
Suddenly all the descriptive words, phrases etc teachers spoon fed us for our essays don't seem so fake and exaggerated anymore.
