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Didn't sleep at home. A typical reaction of someone who feels guilty or simply started a drama for psychological manipulation.

Maybe it was working.

A certain relief overcame me yesterday, as I freed myself from the words that have been stuck in my throat for days, but along with it, the feeling that nothing will get better still gnaws at me. I take a deep breath and kick the rubber doll once again, which then swings sideways before I kick it again, keeping my hands in closed fists in front of my face.

This is keeping me going and not even the morning workout helped me release the anger I'm feeling. Yes, that's why I'm in the middle of the afternoon kicking a dummy, sounding like I'm hours into a marathon and my ankle joints are almost blue from punching something.

I punch the doll's face several times, grunting nervously, before my body gives way and finds the soft ground.

I brought my wrists to my eyes, trying to alleviate this bad thing that torments me.

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