Jaučiu karštas ašaras, kai jos graužia mano vokus, grasindamos išsilieti ir išsilieti, ir aš pradedu suprasti, kad mano lūžio taškas yra labai reali galimybė, nepaisant pažado sau, kad grįžti atgal nebuvo variantas
i can feel the hot tears as they sting the back of my eyelids threatening to well up and spill over and i am beginning to realize that my reaching a breaking point is a very real possibility despite the promise i made to myself that going backwards was not an option