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Nov 2017
I used to live
I’m dead inside
I have no feelings
Hollow
People find it hard to swallow
That I can’t express my emotions
They always assume
I’m just rude
Have no sense of humor
Don’t care about ****
It’s not my fault I’m broken
I wish I could feel like they feel.
Written by
Azrapse  22/M/Cali
(22/M/Cali)   
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