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I don't really know how to explain what's

happening inside me. It's not just sadness-it's

a heaviness I can't seem to shake. Smiling feels

forced. Talking feels exhausting. I keep saying

"I'm fine" because I don't know how to say

"I'm not okay." Waking up feels tiring.

Existing feels empty.

Some days, I wonder if anyone would notice

if I stopped pretending-if the mask I wear

finally slipped and revealed the truth.

What hurts the most? Not even knowing exactly

where it hurts, just that it always does. The ache 

is constant, quiet, and heavy.

It lives in every breath, every heartbeat, and every moment

I try to push it away.