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Jan 2018
I feel nothing.

Not your kind words,
that drill
through my skull
until dull
and still

Not the wind
I've seen
dancing through the trees
singing sweet melodies
to the lilies below

Not the sun
or its warmth
my blinds are closed
just like my mind
it's cold.

Not even you
who tries to soothe
can fix me,
"The Uncouth"
I felt this way for a long time.
Not as often now.
Amoni Fuller
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Amoni Fuller  20/M
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   kevin hamilton and Demonatachick
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