Even in his laughter there was something missing.
He never seemed to be truly happy; he just seemed to be passing time while he waited for something else.
He was tired of existing; he wanted to live.
But what was the point of living when there was no life in it?
These questions went through his mind over and over until he reach the point not wanting to wake up from his dreams-they were what felt real.
It was said that one day he would be happy again and that this feeling would just be a distant memory.
It was getting to that day was the hard part.
noi
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