JOURNEY OF THE FIRST TAMA-ARTIST: CHAPTER 9
Pain is hard to describe in words, you might think you know how a person feels, but it's an assumption. However, the truth is, what you think is the lesser end of the stick. Similarly, we might've experienced the same situation, but unless you're in that person's shoes at the same time, you'll never understand.
Think of burning electric knives, thick as hair, but long enough to pierce a wall. I felt pain, as if, such things are stabbing me and being released, the process repeating itself in a second.
Bam!
I fell to the ground, but I continued screaming, cursing myself for not dying from the fall. It's a four-story building, for crying out loud! Death is far better than pain, but I can't complain that to anyone!
Red.
