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A Shell of My Former Self
Losing time
As the days go by
As the years go by
Becoming something
That will change the world
A shell of my former self
Unable to feel
The cuts and bruises
That cover my body
Unable to see
The blood that drips
From my hands
Losing my very being
Becoming more and more
Heartless with every moment that passes
Unable to stop to see what i am becoming
Not fearing that i will become the one
The one who will sacrifice himself
While the others live on
Losing the ability
To touch
To see clearly
To feel sorrow and hatred
To choose between right and wrong
Losing my humanity
As the days go by
As the years go by
Becoming something
That will change the world
A shell of my former self
Unable to feel
The cuts and bruises
That cover my body
Unable to see
The blood that drips
From my hands
Losing my very being
Becoming more and more
Heartless with every moment that passes
Unable to stop to see what i am becoming
Not fearing that i will become the one
The one who will sacrifice himself
While the others live on
Losing the ability
To touch
To see clearly
To feel sorrow and hatred
To choose between right and wrong
Losing my humanity
Published 14th May 2014
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14th May 2014 6:25pm
14th May 2014 7:17pm
14th May 2014 9:09pm
The world has a cruel effect at times. It almost numbs you to the point of self destruction. You're right. Losing our humanity.
