The unforgiven, from Metallica, echoing in this small room and repeating in my mind. Clutch me and twist me, the voices just like the tar accumulating in my body that flowing through my blood.
After a 40 mins' indoor sport, I tried to get the urge down, sweating and lingering, I found it is hard for me to think or feel, I heard my beating hearts and even breathing, but I could not feel. It just like be drawing down by a whirlpool, I saw the world whirling, wondered where it would brought me, while something choking in my throat and crying "Fill me or let me out of here!"
I am mad about the feeling of this choke which drew all my strength in this little hole, expanding and filling me. She is hungry now, she is asking me to feed her.
Hush, I am weeping for your beauty, your withering beauty. I am always dreaming about which way I will finally be with you, and I never afraid of the ending you may brought me because we could never figure out what would happen in the next min.
Sorry, I could not go on...
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