He wished he tore off all those papers, and lost his grief in between them.

He wished it would rain.. like a flood.. and he’d go under it and get wet.. so wet.
He wished he shouted from the bottom of his heart, and released himself from all the weight, blocking his throat.
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He carefully pasted the torn corner of the piece of paper..
Whispering a song, he turned on the water tap..
He stood under the shower and got wet.. so wet..
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