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I can't see,
With wide eyes open,
Denial is the key,
To ease the pain.
I can't speak,
My tongue is twisted,
Words won't leak,
It'll remain in my head.
I can't hear,
Poor ears of mine,
Must be broken,
With all of those lies.
I can't smell,
Mucus from crying,
You'll hear me,
When I stop breathing.
I can't feel,
I'm turning blue,
Maybe it's emptiness,
And sorrow too.
I met her in January and ever since then, everything reminded me of her.
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Updated on July 13, 2019
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