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Depersonalization


reality is a stream of nothingness to me now. numb body numb mind Nothing In This World Is Real slowwwwwww down the clocks teeth broken; tongue swollen I Can't Breathe. Oh what a world it would be; If I could feel my body Stream of my being, cut into pieces Decrepid Youth- young to old too fast. Vast emptiness awaits and I long for it; I wait for it to swallow me whole and I can finally feel My Body. Wait for Me, old friend. I'll be there to hold us.
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