I'm standing here speechless and numb, trying to pick up my thoughts from the abyss of feelings. Emotional, in despair... disabled... distorted... dismembered...
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Get out! Come near!
Get lost, little *****!
But without you, I'm lost in my fears...
I'd cry it all out, but where do I get enough tears?
You're ******* me dry, that's what you're doing, my dear!
What's now? It seems like my soul disappears!
But wait, it's alright cuz I like how it's making all clearer.
You know, I've just made up all poets are cynic...