This is the first story i've written so please tell me what آپ think.
I was in the worst pain imaginable.
I was burning.
There were people talking but i had no idea what they were saying, their voices were too quick for me to hear no matter how hard i listened.If i was on آگ کے, آگ then why weren't they helping me?why didn't they put it out?the pain was too much too bare, thinking about it only made it worse so i tried to remeber how this burning had started to help keep me pre-occupied...
The last thing i remember was walking out of the jewellers, i had just had my ring resized and i was...
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