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Sep 2014
Cold.
Unresponsive to the world.
But feels the same pain as the other.
Shells it, as if protecting a child.
Only will it reveal, when nothing else matters.

Hollow.
Complete nothing.
When the pain awakes in sight of terror.
Feeling, equals non-existence.
As blows hurdle off, like hitting a ghost.
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