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dead

None
and gone
all i feel is that
like i've spat
on to the rock
and i need to stop
doing that
feeling that
wait...do i even feel at all???
No! not even when i call
my deepest demons
who has made my heart it's home
but i do feel some remorse
over those few events that happened over a course
of a long time
and i do sometimes whine
over my past
one that had
some dark and bright day
but hey!!!
i also smile
like a wild
goose over those happy moments
but as of mostly
my emotions gone
gone from my heart
and yea i may not be smart
but enough to tell when it's going bad
and as i walk clad
in my hoodie
with a coffee smoothie
that's bitter
i hear the titter-tatter
of raindrops
and the rustling crops
in the nearby feild
but i can't feel anything
in-spite of being a human being
but in those rare moments that i feel
i have to steel
my heart from feeling too much
#promise (the only person who can make me feel deeply despite of not being in my life anymore as she used to be. all i have is her memories. we rarely meet and on the off chance that we meet...i can feel every emotions that i've been bottling up. miss her though. :'(     )
-yakaa: jujaa

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