NUMB

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Numb.

Feeling's not healing.
Fingers aren't feeling.
Pounding in my head not leaving.

Anchors pulling me down.
Lift me up.
I don't wanna go underground.

Floating, my self loathing.
I think I'm choking.
Screaming in my head is pleading.

One life.
One heart.
One fatal wound could end the doomed.

Last breath.
I'm feeling.
Finally the numbness has ceded.

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