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.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
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.
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