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There is really no point in crying and having tears well up in my eyes all day long, especially if it's to the extent that my eyes start to hurt now and are all red.
But I am really lost. If there's anything that pulling me together after I have been like torn and shred into many rough pieces, it's work and only work. But that really can't bring a stop to my depression.
I wake up, wondering why I am still here and my mind is fresh with the same old set of haunting problems.
It was cold.
But I am really lost. If there's anything that pulling me together after I have been like torn and shred into many rough pieces, it's work and only work. But that really can't bring a stop to my depression.
I wake up, wondering why I am still here and my mind is fresh with the same old set of haunting problems.
It was cold.