After years, and years, and years
Of feeling one day
It's like my brain was done
All of my feelings has been felt
It's depressing because I cant feel
Anything anymore
It's like a never ending pit in my stomach
That pumps and pumps this addicted
Kind of numbness into me
My stomach gets hot and my heart gets cold
I start to cry I've realize I lost
Game over
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
