Unable

July 21, 2015

I feel...unable.

Unable to fell.

I can't feel the remorse I should be feeling.

Instead I'm just a mixture of blindess,

depression, and confusion.

The words I speak flow from my mouth

without the screening of my brain.

I have no knowledge of what comes and goes.

I feel lost.

I feel abandoned.

So I was wrong.

I'm completely able to feel.

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Comments (1)

spfaiellaJul 31, 2015

<p>This really speaks to me. Like I think it really captures the feeling.</p>

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