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| Intensity was all I had back in the days I thought I was mad. Now i'm just an empty shell, stone-cold ashes leaving hell. No longer can I rant about; sadness, i'm an emotional drought. Being numb, it isn't fun when you can't tell snow from sun. Yeah, emotions hurt my head. Made me wish that I was dead. But at least I could feel. At least I felt real. |