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Apr 2020
killing souls, crushing hearts, breaking hopes,
this is all that I’ve come to,
this is all that I’ve become,
that thing beating in my chest is just an *****,
devoid of emotion,
vacant of love,
traded niceness for callousness,
empathy for indifference,
feelings for numbness,
tenderness for impenitence,
it’s toxic i know,
and im not proud of who i am
but rather be the wolf than the sheep
using numbness as a shield and armour from hurt
Vish
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Vish  22/F/on a cloud
(22/F/on a cloud)   
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   Holly D and Bogdan Dragos
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