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Sep 2014
Thinking it's over, but I'm too numb to cry,
Staring at nothing, leaving my worries behind.
Banishing fears so that I can design
A new hardened shell, an impenetrable mind.

If they can't get in, they can't pick apart
The vulnerable thoughts that connect to my heart.
They look from outside, watching my work of art.
They push off of me to get their head start.

I know how I work and I know who I am.
I have no agenda. I don't need a plan.
When my thoughts got clouded, my problems began.
I hate the word "love" and I don't give a ****.

I hate that they use me, corrupting my brain.
But I'm only human, and I can't complain.
With so much to lose and nothing to gain,
I'll show you a difference. I'll drive you insane.

I'll tell you, from inside my new hardened shell,
The emptiness I feel won't compare to your hell.
So I'll fade away like a bee in a cell.
Am I dead or alive? I doubt you can tell.

But I won't know the sadness of losing a love.
My mind isn't poisoned, a feat I'm proud of.
If you're looking for heartbreak, life gives you a shove.
The aching and suffering, I am devoid of.
Gillian
Written by
Gillian  Maine
(Maine)   
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