the numbing

take from me everything for which i care
i care for naught
and it’s not that i don’t feel
but i feel sometimes that perhaps,
perhaps the world doesn’t revolve around me.

this leaves me sober, alone, and thinking
so grab a bottle, a jacket, and let the numbing sink in.

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to live and die in l.a.

the numbing

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