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Aug 2015
Sometimes it seems like I crave this pain
As if it's the only feeling I can know
When I'm "happy"
I feel nothing
Everything seems so perfect sometimes
Leaving me numb
So I leave that perfectness behind
And I search my mind
For an excuse to hurt
To cry
To scream
To quiver
To feel
Something, anything.
Depressed at 4:52 AM

I need sleep.
A Dash of Red
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A Dash of Red  Iowa
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