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Oct 2014
For the weird stuff
That life holds in its miniature existence
My life
For the weird stuff
That life calls its essential essence
My life

Numb everything that I felt
Slowly pushing it all away
I resist from the night hereby
Slowly sinking inside
Forever is too far away

I shall die when my breath stops
But my heart has stopped already
I have died but a thousand times
Disdainful laughter from destiny
I have died but a thousand times
In this cozy bubble wherein
Hurt is supposed to be further
Than we're supposed to believe

Numb everything that I felt
And everything that is
Shut up I cannot take it anymore
It and everything that is
Slowly drowning inside
Forever is too far away

For this is not weird
And neither am I
Its but a mystery
Too seek and find within
Its but a conspiracy
Or maybe I'm out of my mind

Numbing doesn't work any more
Nothing does
ANYMORE
Jimmy Solanki
Written by
Jimmy Solanki  Baroda
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