I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more....

“ I was not weak; I did not cry. But it hurt me, more in a kind of refreshing, thrilling way, than a kind of pain that would cripple me and send me away crying. My fingernails dug into the palms of my hands, and my teeth bit into my lips, my knees were locked, but I could not faint. ”

Alysha Speer

From : Sharden