Sometimes, it is better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel because it will only hurt you when you know they can hear you but they can’t understand.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
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Charles Bukowski (Tales of Ordinary Madness)
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