Suppose every time you told me you loved me, I didn't feel anything. Suppose I lost the sense of feeling anything at all. No wires connected to my heart anymore. The electricity inside me has been shut down.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
