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Anonymous Nov 2013
Here I am again, feeling.
Trembling, quivering, shivering.
Feeling what feels like feelings.
Feeling fear, Feeling alone, feeling nothing but my shaky bones.
I look in the mirror to see,
what I see is a mystery.
I don't know who I am, I touch my skin, can no longer feel with my hand.
Who is this person, it's not me.
All I can feel are the feelings I'm feeling.
Feeling fear, feeling alone, feeling nothing but my shaky bones.

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