I feel like writing.

It's so stuffy, this feeling in my chest. Why do I do this to myself?

Everything hurts, but I don't want to fall asleep just yet. How contradictory.

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I want to cry, but I don't want to cry.

Are you sad?

I am sad.

Why am I sad?

I don't know.

At least I'm smiling. Even if it's pained.

At the very least.

Smile at me, won't you?

Fate.

But I can't just leave everything up to you, can I?

I have to... put in effort too.

It's just... everything hurts.

How do I put in effort when I simply can't?

Cry for me. Smile for me.

Just an ordinary man.