To feel,
is to sit with a ticking clock
Each tick so loud, it echoes between your ears
amidst the deafening silence.
To feel,
is to succumb to visceral pain, allowing it to
enter your heart, your soul,
To sit with it, nursing a wound so deep,
it spans back a lifetime.
To feel,
is to be consumed, eaten alive by every thought,
every word that's ever been
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