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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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Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
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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Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
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