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It's gotten to the point were I don't really feel anymore.

It's like my emotions have been locked away behind a forbidden door.

Numb, numb, numb is all I feel,

But hell, when am I supposed to heal?

It's to the point where when someone asks me whats wrong- if they do care that is-

I just crumble, and say everything is wrong with this.

This picture, this monster that is my life,

I have created.

The only way to get rid of it would be to turn to the knife,

But hell, I'm not strong enough to be cremated- 

In the fire of my own burning hell.

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