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This heart that used to hurt,
These toes that tingled at your touch,
Their love and pain have been lost.

These feelings didn’t go sour – moldy like old yogurt.
But all those emotions, and what hurt so much
All those warm, cozy feelings have become frost.

Like a hobo on narcotics,
Like a cockroach taped together,
I have gone numb.

With my head in the tropics,
My heart has stopped beating.
I have gone numb.

On my quest to happiness,
I have shut out my feelings,
And turned off my heart.
I have gone numb.





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