Cruelty Of Love
"I promise, I will never break your word again. Please, I beg you, open it! Give me my pills."
As the minutes pierced through my heart like a bullet, I enumerated words like these, pleading and pleading one after the other.
If it weren't for this crisis, I would never have been begging so much, these pills were making everyone worthless like a stepping stone. It quenched the will, the honor, the pride. My palms were burning, and when my voice was finally hoarse, I pressed my forehead to the door and said, "Please open it," like the lyrics added to the melody I had been crying for hours . "I never go out of my word."
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