Friday, July 20, 2012

The Numbness That Is I Comments

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I touch my face, and it's almost as if I can feel my non-existence. I am merely a shell roaming this floor enclosed by four walls, and a ceiling that I find myself staring up at every night, trying to find traces of what went wrong, so that I may make it right.
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