There's this deep feeling in my stomach and chest, like a cry contained in a jar, straining.
I want to cry. My body, physically wants to cry. I can feel the burn. The closing up. The headache, strain, and everything else I'm too familiar.
But I can't. I can't cry. My eyes are too dry.
Sort of just don't want to care anymore. Don't feel like I do, either.
-D.
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No More Hiding
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