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I constantly want to be a ******* blind and blissful, ignorant, idiot.

No longer aware of every little prickling emotion that is
right underneath my skin.

I want to be numb and have my soul fall asleep
like my limbs
instead of the steady intensifying pain
of it gradually waking up instead.

Just need a way to cut off it's circulation.
Chelsea Rae
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       Colm, Wyatt, Mims, TSPoetry, Temporal Fugue and 1 other
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