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about a year old and not finished, and the last poem I wrote before unfortunately, getting deprived of any emotional feeling what so ever.

Cold basement
Familiar lips
My beautiful Christmas dress
Hiked up impersonally over my chest
No kissing
Can’t find his eyes
He tells me after, the only reason
It felt wrong...
...sight blurs
Ears burn
And words collide but one emerges
Girlfriend
Pain in chest
Not unknown, not new, I knew
But that word
That weapon
It cuts deep
Every time
Every day I try to hide them
But these scars are beginning to show

[Cerebral Knievel]

this is very visual.

and it kinda makes me want to punch someone very very hard.

[Q Money]

getting deprived of any emotional feeling what so ever.

Speak on this with me.