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| Numbness sweeping through like an unknown force Contagiously drawing strength from an uncaring source Creeping in silently on bitter feet Drudging up the unspoken anguish of a broken heart. |
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| A broken creature who no longer cries real tears Because no one has come to keep them from falling. Blank eyes A smile that contains no warmth. Living like the shadow of the person she really is. |
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