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Jan 2020
it's not about how you feel, cause frankly my dear
you feel nothing
all the emotions pass you by and you don't even notice how
the wind dances around with your hair
you wake up day after day until there's no strength left in you to
greet a new day and just like that all the promises
turn to dust
you  never know when it starts
until the moment when it's too late and you're deep
underwater drowning in your own head
and the number you are the more
you miss the soft kisses that sun used to leave
on your cheek

Welcome to the land of nothingness, I think
but I'm sick of sadness and
I had enough grief for the whole eternity
Written by
k  London
(London)   
98
   Joyce
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