I want to cry. My heart is heavy inside my chest. It feels like i am hollow and there is nothing but this heavy, heavy thing inside me that wants to burst through my eyes. Through my mouth. What i would give to hug one of these children or women that float in and out my head, all day every day.
I wonder to myself, is there a day when i wont think of them. When i wont feel like i would die instead of them, that i would suffer in their innocent place. ???
Some stories i cant get out of my head:
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