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Dead Inside


Do you know the feeling?

The feeling of nothing?

The numbness inside.

I know the feeling

I know it all to well.

This numbness

Is indescribable

I may be breathing,

but I am dead inside

It doesn’t count

if I am already dead inside.

It doesn’t count

If I can’t feel.

I’m slowly dying

From the inside out.

Starting with my heart.

Do you know the feeling?

The feeling of being

dead inside?

I know that feeling.

I know it all too well.

 
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