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Depressing but sweet .. That kind of pain that you would like to talk about , but at the same time you'd hate it when somebody mention it , the one that keeps you searching for sympathy intel you find it .. And when you do , you feel so much worse !  Like Aiming for a fake goal that you don't really want to hit . Pretending that you've tried your best when you actually didn't move a step farther than the place you were at .  The sadness that leads us to a colder place and the tears that we never cried cause we know .. THIS OUR FAULT ! (This my fault). I'm not proud nor okay  And god know how gray the world looks like in our eyes . And i know -from this point of grief- Nothing will really matter  (Nothing really matter) .