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it stings.
it hurts.
it bitters.
i pursed my lips in agony.
an arrow came flying.
it pierced through me.
ouch.
it came again.
its so bitter.
words.
it had power in it.
uncontrollable.
it makes me feel bad.
it came piercing again.
ouch.
it stinging so much.
its not stopping.
yet.
why?
why did it started anyway?
it was kinda.
small matter.
but.
it was a small chance.
that its like.
once in a lifetime.
nah.
maybe second.
yet.
a last minute of arrow.
destroyed it all.
it continues.
arrows came down flying.
the 2nd.
the 5th.
the 8th.
the 50th.
the 100th.
the thousand.
it stings.
it hurts.
it aches.
for a thousand times.
its not stopping.
for now.