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Prose for Emotion.

Posted on by Kate Ball

I'm so scathed.

My emotions are now hollow.  

Discontected.

Disinfected.

Only can reject them. 

It's not that I'm shallow.

I just have lost the nerve to go down to the depths the rabbit hole requires. I've seen too much for anything to be desired. And certainly I profess that even I sometimes wish all that what made me who I am would cease to exist.

Can anyone read me? In this dumb populous? Confounded and befuddled by the simplicity of craving nothingness.

I digress. 

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