What is it to be human
When you can't feel sadness
You start to feel "normal"
a full body with only holes in his soul
when it looks upon it's container
Life as a dream
Seeing parts of it
Your self zombie like
Just there in a complex perception
I liked feeling pain
I loved feeling sorrow for you
Now I can't even muster up the words
Not even enough to cry
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