Ill
My sorrows become old, as the pain grabs ahold to my soul, draining it cold. The light drives further away from my eyesight. My happiness is at stake. ~ 𝕲𝕭
Numb
My feelings become distant as my heart feels empty, I feel nothing. I become one with my loss, the one that if won would prevent my battles when fought. I barely shed a tear, so know that I sought to feel, but only lost the cause. ~ 𝕲𝕭
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