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I have wish I knew how to explain what's happening

inside me. It's not a simple sadness-it's a

heaviness that sits quietly but never leaves.

I go through the motions, I smile

when I'm supposed to, but none of it feels real.

I'm tired in a way sleep can't fix.

There are moments when I wonder

if anyone would notice the truth behind my silence.

I keep holding myself together, hoping no one

sees the cracks, because admitting I'm

struggling feels harder than

pretending I'm fine.

What hurts the most is the feeling I can't point

to-just an ache that lingers in my chest,

steady and unspoken.

It follows me through every day. every breath,

and no matter how much I try to rise above it, it still finds

a way to stay.