sad?
Its not even sadness anymore. its just... nothing. like someone turned the volume down on life itself no real highs, no crashing lows, just a quiet. numb sort of experience. like you just exist. but you're not seen. you're going through the motions, smiling when expected, replying when needed, but inside, it's all flat. Empty. like you're watching your life play out right in front of you, and you're watching from a distance. but the only problem is, you can't remember the last time you truly felt anything at all.
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