One JobA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
a new kind of numb
not devoid of emotion but not doggy-paddling in it either it's like I'm wandering around in clothes that are sopping wet not heavy but enough to still feel it I wobble when I stand fingers tremble as I type cheeks tingle coldly stomach doesn't grumble I just wanted to feel something but if the medication makes me feel nothing at all then is it doing its job?
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Added on November 6, 2016 Last Updated on November 6, 2016 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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