I don’t know when it started. this feeling,like I’m watching my own life from the outside. Everyone keeps moving, laughing, living and I just sit here! They say “you’ll be okay.” But what if I’m not? What if this sadness isn’t passing through? what if it’s made a home in me? I smile so they don’t ask questions. But inside, I’m just… trying to survive one more day. I’m still here. But I don’t know why!
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