Something
“Tonight as I cry I feel weak
My limbs feel heavy and my eyes are like a rainy day
My joints ache
And my soul, it craves something”
- a piece from my journal
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“Tonight as I cry I feel weak
My limbs feel heavy and my eyes are like a rainy day
My joints ache
And my soul, it craves something”
- a piece from my journal
I like it. You have to keep writing. In my opinion, the best sentences come out of our diary