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Numb

December 26, 2019
By Anonymous

Failures predestined and in succession.

When hope finds a spark of innovation,

It's crushed under the weight of depression;

Creates an absence of motivation.


Sloth is said to be a sin most deadly,

Yet chains drag me down and I can't help but

Succumb to the Siren's tempting medley.

Clashing choruses singing "just one cut."


I'm told it's a story most upsetting,

And yet I can't seem to mourn my losses-

Things that I should find myself regretting.

I can't even cry, my eye just glosses.


Oh how pitiful, oh how surreal,

I am the girl who's unable to feel.



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