Emotionless

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Desensitized
I’m left confused
Who is this shell with no insides
Where others can take shelter and actually feel
Who is this mother who can’t mother
This daughter who can’t daughter
Through the looking-glass, I’ve tumbled
And fell right at the mouth of the beast
And I fight it with only a stick because I’m ill-equipped to handle…
Life
Strife has become my neighbor beckoning me at all hours of the day
And I sing hymnals, read verses, chant, and pray,
Oh, I pray!
But the beasts that have stolen almost every part of my innocence
Have made pacts and entered into alliances
With other-worldly things that are privy to my purpose
And all I can do is rely on the fact that the battle is already won
And relinquish the beast
While I wait in my shell
Emotionless
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