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we’ve been here before but this time it feels different the numbness of my skin warding me from feeling, again what will rush the blood through these veins what will give the feeling of dopamine, no touch. just self, feeling, being, living overpowered by the numbness and the darkness that looms over as being okay seems to feel okay are they one in the same? confusion. delusion. happiness this isn’t the rush our young selves yearned for deluded by the imaginary happiness constructed from confusion within oneself nights dreaming of what could be never discerning the darkness of what couldn’t be longing for life to be a feeling of dopamine, no touch just... being
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
No Touch, Just Being
we’ve been here before but this time it feels different the numbness of my skin warding me from feeling, again what will rush the blood through these veins what will give the feeling of dopamine, no touch. just self, feeling, being, living overpowered by the numbness and the darkness that looms over as being okay seems to feel okay are they one in the same? confusion. delusion. happiness this isn’t the rush our young selves yearned for deluded by the imaginary happiness constructed from confusion within oneself nights dreaming of what could be never discerning the darkness of what couldn’t be longing for life to be a feeling of dopamine, no touch just... being
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jaylaniya
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
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