It's like I can never be 100% happy. There is always missing something. The pain in my chest gets bigger and more. Like, I thought I was okay. I never wanted to fall again in this black hole, but I did. And sometimes I wish I could cry, but I can't cry anymore. I don't know why. I'm just breathing, existing not living. Everything seems so good, and I have Millions of reason to be happy and smile but I can't. I really can't.
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