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despite how close someone to you, there are always moments you’re crying alone.

I’m not sad, I’m not depressed, I’m dying inside. My heart has been broken into thousands parts. How could words kill me like this?

There are things you know already but when it comes to real, you still can’t stand it. I don’t know how I could live normally when it happens.

Love? Nonsense. Happiness? dreaming.

There are only pains I can feel in every centimeter of my body.

I am breathless. I’m deaf. I’m dumb. I’m dying…