A Deadly Heart-Beat
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MatureOngoing34m
Last published Mon, May 15, 2017
And just like that..everything went numb. My senses are gone. My emotions are gone. All I can muster up is this feeling of numb. Numb is my new pain, my new life. Hell, its my new everything. Y is everything so quiet? I cant even here my own heart beating - beating like the rapid waters of Nigara Falls. All I want to do is cry n cry even hard but this fucking feeling of this empty, nothingness is what I , guess, feel. I'm looking around as people go by living their lives to the fullest. Look at me, Help me, Help me...but nothing. As began to shout these useless pleads, I begin to realize that I can't even speak. I physically can't even move my mouth, its open but nothing comes out. What kind of torture is this? I just wanna go home. If there is a god, please give me so type of sign. Of course he doesn't answer. I kept asking for a sign for Idk how long but long even for the sun n the moon to die, rebirth, n die again. Then out nowhere, this child says," Hey Ms. Can u pass me my ball?"
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