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... , screaming. "WAAA... MY HEART." He said as one hand instinctively began clutching his chest, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if expecting the crushing pain.
His heart pounded, erratic and loud, but... there was no pain. Nor was there any vise-like grip, or no suffocating pressure.
Just the memory of what happened. "What!?" He questioned himself. Visibility confused as to what happen.
"Did I... pass out?" He muttered, his voice hoarse. His breath spike ...
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