Your lips quiver, the lump in your throat starts to engulf your esophagus and it slowly reaches your chest and then it erupts. The dam has been broken and boy, its torrential. Then you mildly hyperventilate; like wind gusts in hurricanes in only intensifies the precipitation. And for a while it seems like the storm refuses to cease. The cold wind etches in your thorax bringing a hollow numbness. Slowly, it all subsides. The rims of eyes burn, and God at times that's the most satisfying sensations to be felt.
And that is why I listen to sad songs; for that sake.
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