Anaesthesia

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I walked with repetition of your voice

In my mind.

I couldn't see,

I couldn't breathe,

I couldn't walk properly.


I had gone numb.

I didn't know,

How will I ever be without you.

I had no tears,

I couldn't feel the rain drenching me 

Outside and in.


Your rejection, was my poison,

Your rejection, was my anaesthesia,

I don't think I will ever wake from this,

I don't think I will ever feel.


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