I left for work at a quarter to 5 o'clock in the morning. Instead of walking with a cool morning breeze, it was a morning rain. As I was walking along one of the district's main avenues, I felt the urge of crying because I started to remember some happy memories... and maybe because of something I found out last night which hurt me. Although I got hurt by that, my heart feels numb as if I'm already used to it — being replaced. The worse thing about this recent news is the fact I got replaced within a week probably because I went against what that person wanted.
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