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MORNING.

I wake up sweating with my head pounding so hard it kept me wanting to sleep and stay awake at the same time.

I cannot understand why all these whispering within my head are telling me how i messed up - how I could've done more.

But after all this time, why does it come rushing back on me, this single morning?

With the summer humid heat burning through my skin, I scream in me the things I wished I did before leaving.