Emptiness. Sometimes I feel... Sometimes I feel nothing. Nothing at all. Sometimes I can't stand it. I can't stand my life, and I wanna fuck this all and die, but after a while I feel that fuckin emptiness. I wanna cry, but my eyes are dry. I wanna scream, but my voice is inaudible. And my soul (if I still have it) hurts. On the one hand, I wanna die, on the other hand, I wanna live. It's really hard choice, but I have to decide.
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