I feel sick, like something is consuming me from the inside. It's curious; it doesn't feel good, but it doesn't feel bad either. I think I've found peace in this unhappiness. When I feel good, I just want to find this sick feeling again because over the years, I've found something in it that I can't explain; it just feels good. I prefer feeling this than feeling the void inside my heart and my lungs. It's horrible, even worse than a heartbreak. You can't feel anything anymore, even when you do something you usually like; you just feel empty, like it's become a habit.
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PoetrySalut j'espère que vous allez bien alors je vous présente mon petit recueil de texte il y'en aura en anglais et en français j'espère que sa vous plaira même si les sujets abordés ne sont pas toujours très joyeux ! Bisous 🤍
