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You wanted to go to a cliff and scream your lungs out but you realized there’s no voice coming out.
You feel an ache in your heart, the kind where you felt it ripped slowly but you don’t know why.
You wish to voice out those aching but there’s no words to describe.
You’re surrounded by oh so many people and yet you feel you’re the only one alive.
You listened to sad songs to make yo...
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:39 am
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