Sometimes I cry and there are so many reasons why I don't know which of them is responsible for these set of tears. Other times I lay still and hold my breath--hold it till it hurts--hold it till it burns. Not every day, not even every other day, but the days that I don't smile I'm not sure if I ever will again.
Inside me there is an emptiness, a loneliness, one that is unfilled even in the happiest of times. One that cripples me on days I miss living. The sun shines and the mooon rises but I stay unmoved--unchanged by the course of time past. How many days and months I've lost this way, I've lost count. There was a time I knew. There was an odometer for my solitude but it broke along the way. It melted away with my spirit; my ability to fulfill any given day's true potential.
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Please come spend some time with us. I have faith that the emptiness can be filled.
Love,
Spring
'Only child' syndrome, ultimately at the root of these feelings, I suspect. It's tough being the only offspring in a family.
Lots of pressure. Weight pressing down, over time, can warp you.
:(
I'm sad to see ya blue, kiddo.
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