Chapter 4 - Release

I press my face against the[br]
cold porcelein.[br]
My body is covered in[br]
shakes and shivers.[br]
Everything just kept building[br]
up and up.[br]
I couldn't take it[br]
anymore.[br]
Busting down [br]
the door, I flew[br]
into the bathroom.[br]
Release.[br]
Every single heave brought more[br]
and more tears.[br]
My stomach is sore.[br]
My mouth tastes repulsive.[br]
I just can't[br]
take it.[br]

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