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A Beautiful Tragic Silence

i can’t feel anything inside, only the pain is left to reside

i don’t feel hungry or cold, just an aching chest with a heartbeat growing old 

i do not feel warm or tired, i feel the deepening pain of fire

maybe my soul left me for good, leaving my body behind like burnt wood 

it would explain my emotionless face, and lack of picking up a normal pace 

i can not feel my fingers or toe...

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metaphor for blindly going along a corrupt Society

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