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What if there was a day you woke up and you could feel your fingers?

What if there was a day you wanted to wake up; to get up and do something significant with your life?

What if the night to that day for once you didn't feel the need to numb yourself?

You could enjoy the stars and the screeching of the crickets without being under the influence of something that hurts you.

We intentionally induce ourselves with pain just for our hearts to feel the weight of that pain as the hours pass into the deep AMs.

The shots, they burn.

The hits of smoke, they hurt.

The swallows, they make you feel shallow.

But why is all the pain good to us?

Why is the pain & hurt referred to as playful and innocent?

Why must we admire the different feelings of wrong.

The feelings of distortion and mixed thoughts.

I don't understand why we will continue to numb ourselves with this pain.

But are we ever really numb?

Our lives and actions are similar to tattoos.

Something permanent that is left behind in scattered markings.

The needle penetrates the skin and yes it is painful, but after awhile you adapt to it.

The skin finds a way to numb itself and you practically start to take pleasure in it.

You'll always want more.

The pain, the blood and the scabbing leaves behind some type of beautiful art.

We are the art.

We leave behind a masterpiece in everyone's hearts and minds but those people will never admit it.

Therefore we have no way of knowing we are meaningful, all we know is that we use pain to try and tolerate our lives.

So how can I be so numb, yet feel so much?

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