The salt: To have done everything that you possibly can to achieve the best but in the end, failure is what you get.

The wound: To come across the exact same scenario again. The feeling is so “wtf! how can this be?”

The salt on the wound: To be wrongfully blamed by someone whom I thought I could somewhat trust.

The medication: To have people who can see the bigger picture, reassure their faith on you despite you being badmouthed. And these people are not even close to me. But for now I know who’s real and who’s not.

The recuperation: Tahan a bit more? Switch alliances? Put on a mask? Damn I hate history lessons.

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