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So numb,
Even a sharp mind can’t pierce through the feeling.
As if I’m in need of sedatives just to close my eyes and continue dreaming.
Regardless of how defeated I may seem within the crying pupils of another,
I’m mastering my own principles and fighting through a set of trials God believes I’ll surpass,
By writing every single poem my heart can possibly muster.
For a War I must win if I am to see myself smile once again,
Instead of laying dead inside of a gutter too deep in the ground for anyone to climb back upwards…


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