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i hate this feeling;
that feeling when you are sad but you have no idea why.
you feel so fucking empty, but nothing in particular happened.
they ask you what's wrong, but you can't explain.
or they didn't even ask anything, i don't know wich one is worse.
it just feels like i miss someone i never met.
like i need someone who doesn't need me.
the loneliness hovers over me; talkes control over me.
i don't even care....
i isolate myself on purpose. sadness becomes my best and only friend.
i start hating myself and i want everybody to leave me alone.
at the same time, i want someone to hug me and to tell me things will be okay.
i simply hate this feeling.
that feeling when you don't even know what the fuck you're feeling..
when you don't feel like feeling.
when you feel lost....
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