I don't know how to communicate my feelings to you.

So I pour out my soul in these pages.

Stained with my tears.

My writing shows pain and hurt.

Sorrow and longing.

Anger and despair.

Confusion and loneliness.

But inside I feel nothing...

Just emptiness.

There was a time when love and joy were present.

But they were ripped out by those closest to me.

The ones I let in.

The ones that told me they loved me the most.

The one I gave my heart to.

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