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Please tell me how,

it feels to feel.

Tell me how,

to make it real.

I lost what I knew.

I can’t cry anymore.

Life, to me,

has become a bore.

It has lost its meaning.

No soul left within.

It seems like I am,

where I’ve already been.

There are no emotions,

left inside.

It’s not hard to see,

my spirit has died.

I’m spinning back.

Falling so hard.

My time is near.

Fate’s drawn its card.

I don’t understand.

I can’t comprehend.

How is this me?

Why do these thoughts attend?

Is it too much to ask,

for a surpassing day?

Or will this hate,

inside me stay?

Yet, I guess it’s not,

as bad as it seems.

At least I’m still feeling,

though it’s ripped at the seams.