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Jan 2012
Sometimes the cold numbness
swallows me whole.
I sit there for hours
eyes vacant
and I don't know how
to come back to life.
Could you teach me?
I can't feel the thought
that this will pass;
no hope.
*I could live here,
in this state of mind.
M
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   ---, --- and serah
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