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“I'm at a point where I am not sure whether I am depressed or just numb inside. Because here's the thing: Nothing excites or captivates me anymore. Not movies, concerts, or hangouts. I'm just there. I feel nothing; I'm neither sad nor happy. I'm empty; that's how I feel. However, I'm thankful for books, music, and coffee. For now, all I can do is lose myself in books. Occasionally, I let my emotions bleed and permeate through paper. It's keeping me going. At least I have peace of mind. The Depth of My Emptiness”

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Book:Pent Up Thoughts
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