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People often say they're dead inside in moments of turmoil or grief or utter disappointment.

But I think being dead inside is where I'm at now in life.
Where nothing you say can make me feel any less than where I am
And nothing you can say can make me feel any better than where I am

And maybe this is how life should be,
Sailing simply on easy seas.

Where people can tell you they don't have feelings for you,
And you can look them in the eye and say, "That's nice, no worries,"
And you mean it completely and utterly.

And I could say that to every single person on the face of the earth.

This is what being dead is.
Because there's no passion in my soul right now,
And everything in my life can't make me feel anymore numb than how I do now.

You can call it a buffer,
But something tells me this is what its like to slowly become jaded.
And while I'm sure there will be a day where I ressurect, pull a Jesus, and feel once more
I don't think that day will be here for a while.

I could die today.
I could die right now.
I could die alone.
I could look death in the face right now,
Death could tell me its my time to go,
I would only say, "That's nice."

Cause there's not much more to it than that in my heart right now.