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Numb


I thought I could wait it out.

I believed the cloud which shielded the light from my eyes was passing by.

But as the cloud remained motionless,

It influenced me to do the same.

I became less of a being and more of an object,

Which relied on others to help it move.

Those who moved me couldn't see

The cloud which had lodged itself above me.

And I was too numb to convey it to them.

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