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Too dead to cry Yet dull pain still hurts Too damaged to register Too easy to accomodate Sunlight blinds Fresh air suffocates Dusty damp corners Lurking in darkness Slinking through the shadows Of what feels normal Colorless stink of contentedness Fills the heart Fills the senses Feels too full to want.....anything
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
When Feelings are Irrelevant
Too dead to cry Yet dull pain still hurts Too damaged to register Too easy to accomodate Sunlight blinds Fresh air suffocates Dusty damp corners Lurking in darkness Slinking through the shadows Of what feels normal Colorless stink of contentedness Fills the heart Fills the senses Feels too full to want.....anything
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
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