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canned air

I have lost all sense of feeling

my feet cannot even brush the ground

the wind no longer sweeps across my face

all my pain is encased in a shell of numbness

harvesting

as my blood drips down my skin

I do no feel a thing

as these drugs are fermented inside my body

I stop trying

as my nails are dug into the flesh of another

I sense nothing

so I stare blankly

while these bones cry out around me

I am waiting

waiting for it all to be made known

contemplating how I shall try to break the shell next

but I am searching for answers in my mind

or the unending black hole known as such

my only emotion: lost

will I finally succeed before I **** myself?

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brianna-marie
American
Published
Aug 4, 2010
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