sometimes i think i'm not that strong

I am falling through the hole, like failure. I am failure myself - that nothing worthy to be talked about.

so  empty, you could rip my flesh with a knife; inside, nothing. empty. no feelings, no depth, as time goes by, i get thinner, no depth.

I never though i'd cry listening to a song because of its beauty. but I did, I did it many times while miserably existing (if only this could be possible) when riding the bus. no depth, or does crying when listening to a song count to being someone with value?

forget it all  - I am so depressed.

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