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And I often fall, To tour around into the realm of his vacant soul. And we are, and we are all, Occupationally numb, Caressing the netting of the skin As we crawl. As we crawl.

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Published: Nov 29, 2015
LinesWords: 735

Tags: #depression #falling #soul #loneliness #void #emptiness #numbness

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