Lost in full view, blinking in the glare of nothingness. Straining to hear the stringless violin, that rare music that only plays for itself. This iced over conciousness, Pain is not a recognised emotion, Nor is hate or love or hope. How to make a feeling? If a knife were plunged, and hot blood flowed, at least I could experience the warmth.Birth sign: Gemini
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