Here I am
My voice feels so brittle and gravelly it's painful to even hear
My eyes dreary and dehydrated
Want to cry, just want to cry, but no tears left to
Head throbbing with pain as if someone is piercing me with shards of glass
My face looks healthy
But mind and thoughts have become hollow
I convince myself I am not depressed
Yet I don't know if I am being truthful.
Still
Here I am
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