Random Collection of Thoughts

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<h5 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">Most of the time, I question if there's something inside me.

Perhaps a soul, or a conscience to guide me.

But being immune to feeling anything<span class="text_exposed_show">

I assume that there's nothing inside this being.

No stimulus triggers a response,

Mostly I'm thinking of how I should respond

Because I feel no guilt, no remorse, no pity.

And others blame the Internet or the way of the city.

But I'm not going anywhere, I haven't even moved.

I haven't progressed or be where I thought I should

By now, because I'm enclosed from the outside life

And forgot how to be social with strangers that might

Give me a chance to open my doors

But I slam them shut, yet what's even worse

Is that I'm doing this to myself and the one that could save me, got fed up and left.</span></h5>

<h5 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">

But that's where I know there's something inside me.

That I'm a being that could feel.

Because it took me being at my lowest point to realize what was real.</span></h5>

<h5 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}"><span class="text_exposed_show">Maybe I haven't fully recovered,

But that isn't the main deal—

It's knowing that only I can change me, only I can allow myself to feel.

I was never immune, I chose to be that way.

To escape the pain, even though I felt it everyday.

And though my withdrawals got terribly worse,

I looked forward to where I would reimburse

The debt I needed to pay to myself, and to others just the same.

I don't expect them to forgive me, nor understand my pain.

Just know that I am trying; to feel better everyday.

To stop the tears, to stop the ache, the things I thought would never go away.

It's still here, I admit, all that love and pain,

All that misplaced guilt and shame.

I won't deny it, not even a bit,

That you were a spark I made myself lit,

And this candle burns, though disoriented from the wind.

I hated every second of this,

All that time stuck in a lonely abyss,

But I appreciate that this has helped me see,

That the lowest points make me realize what's inside of me.</span></h5>

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