Thirst ..for something

I feel weak, I am tired of pretending I’m not
I feel somehow my body fights itself to make the world look ok, or at least make me look ok to the world.
When truth is I’m weak, I cry tears deeper than actual tears, its like my body can’t express itself in droplets anymore..instead it shivers inside a homemade place ..location unknown. My mind feeds on itself, this thirst can’t br quenched by protein nor H20 …

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