
Inside, I whisper between the beats of my heart,
don't tell the outside world in here you don't feel at all
don't tell the mind, daily grind turned this bloody place into a mill
and you don't feel the teeth in your flesh cutting to the bone at all.
don't tell, the nerves don't work at all, don't tell they've been severed like telephone wires dangling near the ashes.
Inside, don't tell you've been numb for years and you haven't told a single soul so...
#noworriesimfine:)
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T. Licht
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