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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Something has come over me, it's nothing you see. It's just a feeling, that continue's killing. What is the meaning of this feeling? NUMB! My soul feels empty, like a door without a key. Nothing more for you to see.Who else can I be? Running around with no place to go, trying not to lose all of my soul. Trying not to forget the things you need to remember. Trying to forget everything ever done, trying to stay not run. Merely just existing, don't know what's wrong just know stuff's missing. How can anyone care if they can't listen.Someone come fill this empty hole, for it's all that I know. I fight these feeling's in my head. They try to surface so I push them down. They only come out when no one's around. Feeling's of lost hope, getting shot down. These feeling's that can put you on the ground. Staying inside myself is like staying alone. Feeling something that's gone away, knowing everything will be okay, waiting for the day. Just keep on moving forward, not too fast, hopefully this will last. Staying sober, the way to go, this can last, it's in my soul. Staying clean is the goal. Get's really hard when I think of the days not long ago. The using memories consume me. It was all I could see, but not who I wanted to be. Still trying to find me. Not sure who I am yet. The person I was I will not ever forget. Feeling a feeling of mearly existing. Something inside is missing. The empty feeling is still the same, it's still there. So tired of playing this game. This feeling is still there, not ready to care, not ready to share. I have too many problems I don't like to face, too many reasons to escape this place. The problems are better off left unsaid.
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