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I feel nothing, I am made of rubber and spice. I sway meaningless to meaningful songs, laugh without a sparkle in my eyes. I feel nothing, I talk and laugh all day, I sit and stare at night. I am this loud silence deafening the earth. I feel nothing, Violins playing in cemeteries, skeletons dancing to merry tones. I look at them with dead eyes. I feel nothing, I am numb. I am the sun and the moon. The dark and the light. I feel nothing, I am not present here. I am a forgotten corpse, mistakenly breathing and emptily alive.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
Forgotten Corpse
I feel nothing, I am made of rubber and spice. I sway meaningless to meaningful songs, laugh without a sparkle in my eyes. I feel nothing, I talk and laugh all day, I sit and stare at night. I am this loud silence deafening the earth. I feel nothing, Violins playing in cemeteries, skeletons dancing to merry tones. I look at them with dead eyes. I feel nothing, I am numb. I am the sun and the moon. The dark and the light. I feel nothing, I am not present here. I am a forgotten corpse, mistakenly breathing and emptily alive.
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annieangelina67
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
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