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Apr 2015
There is this thing about me,
That only a few people know
You see I can't feel a thing
It's like I'm a living zombie
But somehow I'm still here
No emotion will be felt
I'm being swallowed by blackness and it's turning me cold
It's numbing my senses....
Is there anyone there to keep me warm?
Raven
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