It is the way I am tired, the bags under my eyes and the broken heart. I mean it. Truly. There is sadness in me. Can't see much now, step by step, always slowly, always thinking. I am sad. Believe me. I am not a liar, I am a feeler. Maybe if I cry you will believe me. Look I am crying, do you believe me now?
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