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what was that feeling again?
Thieves stealing my emotions
Tearing and Twisting them up into unrecognisable shreds
Passionate Words cluttered into tied tongues
Numb is all i have in some recognisable form
And the words arrange themselves in a cold sense of logic
These too stolen and twisted.
Life scrapes by in long minutes the sound screechingly unbareable
Yet emotionally unmovable.
how lovely the cold is for those watching from the outside.
Pinch
The split second of anguish
Making the face crumple like
Aluminum foil
Then the muscles relax
And the body is on auto pilot
For actions peaceful, neuter, or violent.