just another day
Just another day that never happened. The days pass and I can't think because my thoughts that came have never existed.
I speak and still I am quite.
I listen but realize you have never spoken.
Breath enters my body and my true being doesn't even need air.
My love is not love,my touch cant feeling anything.
I have realized I am searching for my own body.
I'm an empty shell roaming the wilderness.
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