No Feelings

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I'm trying to bring up my emotions throughtout this drastic encounter. Your arms swing back and forth from holding me down, I'm not down to fold.
You don't have to understand my situation; however, you can stay and listen.
Fight after fight, I stay shut to the echos of screams running through my apartment. I can't get right when you're running left and about.
I know you have your own problems love, but our problems run worldwide. I still remember the day she told me she fucked another man.
I still have that in my system. My body was starting to hit the floor.
When I got up, I could no longer feel anything anymore.
I know you don't care anymore, but you're a worm in my head, aching to destory my mind and fear my safety.
My body stopped failing because your body was given to another host.
I was at ease.
Another darkness haunts me
which is sadly my own shelter.
When your time comes man, I swear you not gonna want it.
And when you want it,
I promise you won't want it.
   Is it time to come back?
Yeah.
I figured I couldn't stay away.
Still regret that one time I tried my hardest to keep you grounded by my grasps. 
Dying slowly on the highway home. Eating seedless grapes, no duckling. Tipsy off the sounds of the roads, the roads.
All this money counterfeit. Counterfeit money putting in work to stage a limit of fraudulent.
   Never felt this kind of thing occur so fragile yet so destructive. Looking for a start in this broken down night. Why does night look so misspelled? I've been so gone.
Oh how I love repeating the same feeling towards myself. Only if you could feel the vibration I feel when I sit out on the snow falling on my skin.
Marking me red and dark, I am burnt.
     We latched on to our Genitalias to mingle and crumble on each other with such love and such passion! We were meant to make love! Love so strong you will cause horizons to fall! Fall! Fall as you orgasm from your heart, and not your opening that is being penetrated.
  Kingdom has fallen once again. You and I are sad, once again.
To end this: I am truely sad.  Saddened to see my own death of my happiness just disappear.

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