I am so so so tired.
My eyes have long stopped tearing. Not because there is nothing to cry about, rather I can't. My sockets have dried out, like a well that has run out of water. Now it has no use, like a pen that has dried out its ink, a book left with no pages.
It's empty.
Perhaps my eyes are not made to twinkle in adoration for you. Not made to sparkle and shine with love as I giggle. Perhaps I am made to be visceral in my suffering. To scream, shout, to howl and screech as my eyes weep, as I bawl.
And now I can't.
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I been goin thru something 😋✌️
