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Apr 2014
It's here, again.
I hate it when it comes.

I don't like to cry but this time the tears go down trough my cheeks even if I try to stop them.

It's so powerful.
I'm exhausted.

I don't even feel sad, nor angry.
I don't feel pain, definetly I'm not happy.

I feel nothing, but a hole in my chest.
Nat G Asúnsolo
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Nat G Asúnsolo  México
(México)   
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