I'm quite speechless to this prose:
it makes me feel sad
but it makes me feel like there's something that can be changed,
I want to cry,
but I want to keep strong and brave the things that torture me,
my heart seems to get smaller,
but I know, I really know, that it has to beat everything.
Even if it hurts, even if the tears come...

_{You sometimes speak for my heart, Kalea.}