Several times a day I would get that welling in my chest where you know the tears are coming, but I couldn't stop them and with them came desperation and hopelessness.
Varias veces ao día podía sentir esa presión no meu peito que vaticinaba que as bágoas estaban a chegar, pero non as podía controlar, e con elas viñan a desesperación e a desesperanza.