| Swallowing an ocean of absence
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| Soaking in the tortured admissions and passionate denials
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| The absent friends and enemies, the manufactured threats
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| The crushing weight of memories are all that I have left
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| The absence of feeling — no love, no pity, no hate
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| And the absence of anything as what’s left of me
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| Drowns in waves of mindless apathy, submerged in total despair
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| Dilute the venom of misery
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| See the world through the bottom of a glass
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| As all sensation separates from a numbing heart
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| Another dosage of the antidote suffocates emotion before it starts the same
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| depression
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| The same fear… constant frustration at the same reflected stares
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| …but cold flesh protects my mind like a clear, smooth, hard bottle-glass skull
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| From crushing volumes of nothing |