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Jan 2016
I'm a little bit numb.
I'm little bit frozen.
I walk in this motion.
But nobody knows it.
Cause nobody out there knows me.
I just feel so empty.
I want somebody to be there.
Whenever I feel nothing but despair.
I see thousands of faces each day.
They don't think I hear what they say.
But I do and it cuts deep.
To the point where I go home sit on my bed and weep.
Until the time comes that I fall asleep.
Then I wake up and start all over again.
When will this pain ever end.
How I used to feel
Written by
corbin meacham  19/M/Denver
(19/M/Denver)   
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   Cecil Miller and The Dedpoet
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