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"Depression #2"
Is it possible to live when you cannot feel?
When nothing exists within you can anything be real?
If life is the projected image of your inner film noir
Can you reconcile life with your emotional abattoir?
There seems an implicit contradiction where life is only what you sense
That you're still filled with nothing but yet you still exist
Your heart may have been trampled, crushed, broken, and burned
And the lessons of this pain are the only things you've learned
There appears to be no meaning, just a solitary mess
And as such you have reasons to say life's an uninvited guest
It's the lack of sensation that leads to apathy
With no positive reinforcement the heart begins to atrophy
And surely a point is reached where there is no turning back
And the feelings people take for normal become a heart attack
Life has never been easy, it was never meant to be
But surely feeling something opens new doors to see
And drags the few with nothing to drown in the open sea.
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