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False Normalcy

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blankness emptiness ijustdontcare numbness poems

Finished Meaningless noise. Finished feeling a,, together actually. 
      
      I kinda just went back to normal, how I was before I began feeling love and passion a all that dumb stuff most teenagers feel.
      
      I don't want to feel it anymore though. There's no reason for me to. So I shut it off.
      
      So the poems in this book, the rants, everything will be full of emptiness.
      
      If I write about death or pain it will not be out of sadness or pity it will be out of the sheer fact that they exist and there's no escape from it.
      
      Sorry to those who are looking for heart warming, love felt poems, or they're looking for poems full of sadness and loss. Go read the first two books to this if you want to read that. But this will be strictly based on how my mind works when I have nothing to feel for. When I have no sympathy.
      
      It gets a little psychopathic cause I'm not afraid to touch on certain subjects with absolutely no passion.
      
      Thing is I just no longer care.
      
      So once again, enjoy my insanity.Todos los derechos reservados

blankness emptiness ijustdontcare numbness poems

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