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Sometimes when I'm sad, my hands hurt.
It's a peculiar sensation, one I've not yet grown fond of.
I can't tell if it's new of not, but so far, I interpret it as unpleasant.
It doesn't come often, I think. I could be wrong.
It's a type of pain that doesn't go away until I forget about it.
I sometimes distract the pain.
Sleeping is a decent escape sometimes.
G'night, fellow readers.





To whoever I know, don't touch my arms when I wear red sleeves.