Sometimes I am empty. There's nothing inside me. No emotion. I can't feel. And tears start coming down my face because I can't feel anything. I'm so numb. My hands start fumbling for the cold, metal object I old myself I'd hide away. But in the end I'm victim to my own mind. The player and the watcher in this cruel game.
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