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Feb 2013
I am dead,
Mentally at least.
I am numb,
Emotionless.
I can't seem to think,
Smile,
Not even a little smirk.
I just can't.
It wouldn't be right.
It'd be fake.
But no one has to know.
Alive on the outside,
Dead on the inside.
Kendra Hall
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