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I want to feel...nothing. Nothing at all.


Fear? Shame? Fame? Would mean nothing to me.

What I would give to make it that way?

How I could sacrifice and greatly pay,

the consequences that soon would come.

I would be ecstatic if it were be done.


Though, it would not matter,

since the feelings I show would soon be shattered.

God, save me from these feelings I possess.

Send down the angels you caress.


Please

Help me

Save me

Heal me

Then, slowly, kill me...


I would feel...nothing. Nothing at all.


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