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I became too soft to live Body bruised like a beacon of abuse If I long for you Does that make me an idiot too? I became too mad to understand I write my notes on the backs of my hands When I can't name anything Does that make me lonely like you? I became too numb to make a sound Like a house when I burn to the ground Though I tower taller than before Does that make me hollow as well? From Letras Mania