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It seems, that you seem,

To think, that I think,

That you feel no pain

And that I felt nothing too.

Maybe if you knew, all the things that I do

To myself then you'd think hard about me and my mind.

So now it's my turn

Are you intent on hurting?

Cause hey, your doing great.

It's so bad that I just took a bunch of those colorless rocks that are made to take pain away

But hey!

This searing pain still remains

And it's too much

I really don't want to go on either.

What'd you know?!

Not much it seems.

I may not wear my emotions on my sleeve,

But hey, my sleeves cover a lot these days

Red is no longer the color of love

But pain as I bleed it out through open wounds

I'm dry too.

And not emotionless as you seem to believe

Do you practice these lines before your pen hits the paper?

Get a dummy and try to make them scream with agony?

I'm bleeding again

Happy?

I know your not but neither am I

My head is pounding with the same pain as my heart

So what do you think about that?