Drip

I’m a drop of water from the icicle of myself. That might not make sense, but that’s the only way I can describe it.

I hardly feel sad. I hardly feel anxious. In truth, I hardly feel. Which makes me want to cry. The desire to cry – that’s the only feeling I have.

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