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It's so painful. I couldn't understand what xf(x) could possibily mean. if x is the pain and f(x) is the reminder of pain, I can stand one of them, but I am unable to withstand them both. I agreed not to blame them. I had indeed convinced myself it wasn't their fault. I do believe so, by the way, most of now.

But there are times, I find myself imagining their possible excruciatingly hard ending of theirs. My head keeps rupturing them. Oh how beautiful litrature becomes when induced by pain. My head hurts. My head is hurt. Maybe it is not about me.

Maybe my head is the one not forgiving.

Not forgiving me.