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I’m incomplete,
An empty street.
Sickness and guilt,
The crumpled quilt.
Filling the vacant void,
Happiness unemployed.
I’m craving the real,
Something I can feel.
A different type of truth,
The fountain of youth.
I would relive those days,
In totally different ways.
Nothing sick and nothing wrong,
I want to feel strong.
From pain and torment,
I’m now cement.
Shock goes unsurprising,
Emotion takes devising.
Is it all an act?
Has reality cracked?
Wanting pure peace,
A simple release.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one was inspired by a general depression, for some reason when I feel at my lowest I forget that I've ever felt anything before, I can't remember happiness, anger, joy or guilt. I'm too overwhelmed to think of anything but the depression.

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last updated 22 July 2012 - 7:14pm
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22 July 2012 - 11:27pm — mrpoofs
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I feel this to the

I feel this to the fullest...good way to put it on paper/screen.

23 July 2012 - 5:06pm — Callesimo
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Thanks

Thanks, I'm glad you understand what I mean, even if it isn't one of the most pleasant feelings!