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How should I tell you how I feel when I myself do not know. These emotions — it's like my chest is so empty yet so full at the same time. It's cramped with things I cannot explain. It hurts, oh Lord it hurts. It hurts every time I heave a long sigh, because there's a numbness that coats my fingertips and I want to feel. It hurts every time  I cry into the silence because I'm pouring out myself until there is nothing left. Really, there is nothing left.

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