Blank.
No feelings, no emotions.
Oh, how I want to feel.
But I'm living underwater, in a way.
Every thing's muffled, bland.
It's like living a half-life.
Less than that.
Nothing's wrong, but nothing's right either.
They're starting to see it.
To see me.
Either that, or I'm getting worse at hiding it.
They ask me what's wrong, but I shrug it off
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