Mind is feeling something else. Just remembering somebody I have lost all ready.
Two eyes want to cry. I can't do it being a male. A man struggle for his wishing. A women can keep her far from sorrow by crying.
No water in my eyes.
A dry sorrow is killing me slowly with a lot of hit. I can't kill myself because it's out off roll.
Let me cry or let me die.
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