My walks alone through the city, that’s my therapy. The things around are now detached from what they meant to me.
My brain is so complex that it just cancels out. Too much noise, and I can’t figure out what that’s about.
I hear the love, but can’t feel it with my hardest try. Tin man, my armor makes it kind of hard to cry.
So I just face this world solo, guess I’m built for it. The sudden loss of emotion, right now I’d kill for it.
Just help me feel again. Just help me see again. Just let me be the friend on whom I depend for me again.
One Lost Poet 
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