It starts in your chest. Behind your eyes. They start to fill up with tears and maybe you're the type of person to hold it in, and maybe you let it out. Either way the buildup is the same. And it hurts the same. Maybe it hurts so much that you can't breath or you're silently begging for someone to hold you and allow you to feel that closeness, but most times you're alone. The sadness. The anger. The pain. Swallows you whole.
..... To be continued
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PoetryThese writings are what I feel in words, and I hope they make you feel something too.
