Welcome To My Existential Crisis
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
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So numb
Numb enough
That your weight feels like a feather
Your tongue feels weaker than a light
Ocean breeze
"You like that baby?"
I laugh and say yes
To make you feel better
Hoping I don't feel empty
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