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This feeling.
It feels as though it was fleeting.
Maybe it was struggling to loosen hold of the tight grip in which I kept it. I did not realize. I'm sorry, I did not realize.
I did lose it once, and that was the time that I came to realize this; I was not embracing the warm feeling, but I was strangling it. And I slowly put it to death.
I am sorry that I killed you.
I will not do it again.
It feels as though it was fleeting.
Maybe it was struggling to loosen hold of the tight grip in which I kept it. I did not realize. I'm sorry, I did not realize.
I did lose it once, and that was the time that I came to realize this; I was not embracing the warm feeling, but I was strangling it. And I slowly put it to death.
I am sorry that I killed you.
I will not do it again.