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Friday, April 5, 2013

Something is not right; something is wrong with me. 

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I could feel nothing at all. 
I played all the saddest songs that I always listened to and I could feel nothing. 
Nothing at all.

I'm not sad.
I'm not heartbroken.
I'm not pissed.
I don't feel the hate I used to had.
Yet I'm not happy.

I feel almost numb.
I feel . . . pretty dead. 


4/05/2013 12:26:00 AM