I try to be happy.
I try to be fine .
I try or I pretend I am ok.
But deep down I am not fine.The more I try the harder it get.
The more I try the more it hurts.
The more I try it feels like it won't get better.
TryingSwallowing deeper in despair.
Will it get better?
Will I get back my life?
Will the pain go away?
Will I be able to can love again?Will I be happy free crazy kind of life again?
How is it possible,
When the person who effected it the most
Is no longer in it?2013, August
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