How to describe it.
The kind of pain that feels like sharp screws piercing your heart.
Sadness spiraled up the thread, slowly and slowly seeping into my heart bit by bit.
The skin exposed to the scorching sun seemed to smell like it was being burned.
Pain.
The sharp expansion lasted for an entire century.
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Okay, I admit it, I pretended to be a copywriter again and said... Cover my face and run away!
Conception: