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Jun 2018
I began not to feel
That is why I stopped writing
I began to not care
I forgot what love was
I forgot what it meant to be depressed
I just felt a pit of nothing
Is this what it truly means to live.
To feel nothing.
Written by
Kale  🇧🇸 🇯🇲
(🇧🇸 🇯🇲)   
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