Suffocated.

My heart... what does it say?
It tells me... it will come to an end.
Or it says... I wanna end it?


I couldn't decide.
Am I happy or am I not?
What is it that I want?
Isn't it supposed to be happy than torturing?
I do really feel torturing... I can't breathe.
I feel like I really need to break away from all this...
But at the same time, I never wanna let this go.

What exactly do I want out of it?


Why am I feeling like this?


I wanna cry...





I wanna cry...


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I wanna cry.

And to be alone.

With no one else with me, in me.