Numbness.

I think about it and wonder,

Still stuck in the past, how I

Haven't even tried to fix it, how I've 

Cried in dreams and nightmares,

And even in my thoughts. 

It's making me lash out, and it's

Terrifying how I could become so numb; how

Me, the happy one, can't actually feel.

The End

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