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Chilling


A cold feeling went through me

Familiar yet not

Maybe it's the same and I'm different

 

It makes me frown

My brow furrow

Tears behind eyes that will likely never fall

 

I watch many others

And I can't help but wonder

Why they can't comprehend this pain and numbness

 

It's more than just a passing thought

A fleeting feeling

It's a part of me, and it has been for a long time

 

It kills me on the inside 

I can't seem to stop it

And theres mot a whole lot of me left

 

It's serious as a heart attack

Painful as a bleeding gash

Yet it's written off as little more than selfishness

 

It moves ever onward 

But I'm slowing down

Will it be a crash or a whisper?

 

Remember who I am and what it is

Because you will surely forget

since the difference is nearly imperceivable

 

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