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Dec 2013
The screaming that you can't hear but can feel ripping from your lungs and tearing up your esophagus.
Your heart is carried away into the sky along with that yell and suddenly you're empty.
Nothing can be felt anymore and your brain seems to turn off, refusing to cooperate, refusing to react.
Your knees buckle, your arms limp. All you can manage to do is breathe. Still feeling the steady inhale and exhale of breath.
The crashing, devastating yet slow realization that you've had a roaring victory and a soft defeat.
Shelby Murray
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Shelby Murray  Middle Earth
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