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Numb and idiolized
too easy to be overheard
lost touch with dreams and yearning screams
and ran into the dark

not living just surving
betrayed in ways they couldn't see
making the clock run faster
faster than they could ever see

The urge of the nothing
 they all fall into
is tearing up the best of them
every single day
Time-outs and no soul
reading the nights and wasting the days
"A part of me is gone", she said
a part of me is gone