He was yanking at my heart, trying to get me to speak. I couldn't. Threats, pleas... only to help me find relief, but I couldn't. Dressed up a few lines from this and few from that, tried to be tactful, but still... no sleep means tons of regret. What goes around, comes around. If what went around, punches me in the face... it may mean death.
Ya Allah.
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