For years, I have held this pent up rage. For years, pain have been shoved into a pit I thought was bottomless. I was wrong.

Seeing her in so much pain, reminded me of my own. Feeling all that hurt in the room, uncovered the old wounds that never healed.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to let it all out. But I didn’t dare. Because, what happens when I let the tsunami through? What will be left of me then?

I guess I need a new pit.

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