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Forced into numbness.
That place where there is nothing good nor bad darkness nor light. A vacuum -- self-contained nothing enters nothing escapes. There's a hope that sits outside the door. A desire to resolve the empty space in my soul where you once consumed. Swearing to love never again in a vain attempt to gain peace that would never entice or ever suffice for a learned experience achieved through heartache and pain. Here, I feel lonesome and plain, seeing each day with different eyes I never knew I had.
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