Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Seeker
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Bland and emotionally,
Stunted that I canít feel,
Anything anymore,
Like a thousand pins in,
My back I am numb,
And I donít understand,
Whatís wrong with me or,
Why you would be so cold,
To a person you say you love.

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