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She longs to be different,

Because her greatest fear is that she could be her.

Flesh and blood that created her and brought her to life is the same thing that has haunted her.

How can one destroy such innocence?

Has the medication and lust eaten her heart away?

She sits and ponders what she means to her.

Numbness has been replaced with her presence.

A blockade is put up to push through the days,

But it's when she stops and thinks,

The desensitization creeps in.

She's supposed to feel hatred and infuriation but she doesn't.

She doesn't feel.

Everything is stagnate.

The sadness makes its way only because she feels bad for not feeling at all.

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