Numb and empty as if my soul has let my body. I welcome the blessed poison as it begins to seep through my veins.
This feeling of numbness and isolation is a feeling I’ve come to love
The source of all my woe flows from a place deep within my soul, a source of untouched emotional sorrow I’ve come to know.
But with every waking hour I accept this misery and self-torture what can be done to fix this problem I wish I knew.
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