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Mar 2017
My face into the wind,
With only a blind eye to see...

My senses are sharp,
yet I can no longer feel...

Numbness surrounds me,
so why do I still feel pain...

As my heart is cut deep,
so why don't I bleed...

My life is dullisional,
which helps me breath...
DC raw love
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DC raw love  Alexandria
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