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This time the headache is in the heart, in the soul. This time the pain was completely different from the previous times; Because I am the one who wronged myself and the one who tortured me. I was the one who walked a path that tormented me, and I knew from the beginning, but I did not hear the words of my mind. I hear the sound of gloating in my mind, and my heartbeat is tormenting me. Its beats have now become noise. How many times have I told you, my heart, that you were created to live, not to love, not to trust, not to be safe in someone's presence. I know that you are overwhelmed by feelings of loss and that you are in a state of longing, but this time, please, pulse to live.