I did. I felt it deep down inside.

And I felt the tears streaming down my face.

I felt shy, I felt embarrassed.

I enjoyed myself as a tourist but felt that I had to get down to business.

I sat down and felt the blood rush down from my face, and in the heat of the desert,

I'm looking down, but let me tell you how I felt at that point.

So I felt bad, I felt poor.

I sat down and felt the blood rush down from my face, and in the heat of the desert, I was freezing cold.

I felt different. I felt like I used to be.

It had stopped raining and I felt stiflingly hot... so I sat down on one of the seats.

I felt ashamed, but mainly mainly, I felt powerless.

I felt

I felt...

He then continued to compare the state of the taboos we have before and after the revolution After Jan25 I felt different, I felt like I couldn t be silent any more, I felt like the unseen observer had disappeared, I felt safe, I felt noble, I felt love but most of all I felt heard.

I felt I knew how those boys fighting in Vietnam felt.

I felt sad.

I felt used.

I felt sick.

I felt obsolete.

I felt dreadfully.

I felt misled.

I felt guilty.

I...felt tired.

I suddenly felt...

I felt helpless.

I felt better

I felt sick.

I only felt...

I felt shame.

I felt ashamed.

When I thought it was over, Ben, I felt good. I felt good inside.

I said I felt nothing.

I just felt my energy lift and just I felt my spirit surrender.

I felt bad, though.

I felt incredible shame.

I felt everything simultaneously.

I felt so sick.

Obviously, I felt concerned.

I never felt lonely.

But I felt worse.

I felt a shock.

And I felt overwhelmed.

But I felt something.

I felt the tingling.

I felt guilty inside.