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Mar 2014
i sit in the cold
angry, frustrated, fed up,
done

i dont move,
not an inch
all i can do is think

as time ticks by,
my begin to feel numb,
like my heart,
like me

and then they get cold,
like my heart,
like me

and then they get warm
just like me

things get happy before they become numb
same thing happened with my hands
same thing happened with my heart

my point is,
you feel darkness,
for a long time

and for a second,
you see the light,

and then you feel nothing
and now,
you will always be numb
apathy
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apathy  usa
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