Numb, Hollow, Shallow,
Where am I now?
The world spins
In blurrs of colors.
Time passes
Memories fade away.
Numbness is a horrible feeling,
When you can't feel nothing.
I glance down as a sharp sting
Of pain shoots up my arm.
I blink and am surprised
To see the small dropp of blood.
I'm still alive?
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