In these few days, I found myself burying my raw wet face in my hands only to end up breathless and bleached, more than once. Tried to explain that lump in the throat - going in circles only to find that I am completely clueless as to what this thing is. More often than not, my body lurched in unison with my sobs, trying to keep the sorrow in and keeping comfort out.
Why?
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