I never felt it, genuinely felt it, happiness, joy, but only this numb feeling. To wake up and put on an act, a selfless act so you don't to take the attention from your friends. To not cry in public but to pretend to be fine. I can't cry and I can't feel anger. I can only feel the agonizing pain called loneliness.
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Ficção AdolescenteI'm full of angsty since I get hurt all the time so I write what I feel.
