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Sometimes
I want to cry, but the tears don't come if your heart's not in it.
Sometimes.
When there is nothing left, not even despair.
It doesn't matter, I try to believe that. There's nothing to fuss about really.
So I do what I do, just keep going....;
It's not in me to stop.
Not now at any rate.
Cos if I do, there really will be nothing left.
