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Jessica

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since January 2014
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Autopilot

January 20, 2014

I feel nothing. The world is nothing to me. I take steps, never feeling the ground below me. I touch hands, never feeling the electric energy flowing through our meeting. I speak words, that make no noise. I hear sounds, that have no volume. I feel numb. I feel days pass by me in a blink of an eye. Never spending a minute pondering what has occurred. Just keeping my eyes foward, waiting for time to slip by. Waiting for days and months to pass by without me feeling a thing. I don't want to feel what is around me. I don't want to feel a thing. I just want time to pass by, while I remain on autopilot.

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