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Numb to pain
Am I becoming feelingless,
Or do all the blows
Just make me
Numb to the pain?
Is this the way
For my body to live on
Without a soul?
The way for time
To preserve my being?
Does time really heal all wounds?
Or is the function of time
To rip us apart; leaving no origin
To weep over the chipped pieces.
Does the acid really sting?
Should I protect my wounds against it?
Or is it one of those other things
I simply need to grow accustomed to?
And sometimes I wonder
Does joy exist without suffering?
Or does my joy mean another's pain
My agony compensation
For another's smile?
Is the world designed to keep a balance
And does it even matter?
Are my smiles even worth any more than my tears
Does the intensity of my feelings count
Or is this all just an illusion?
Am I becoming feelingless,
Or do all the blows
Just make me
Numb to the pain?
Is this the way
For my body to live on
Without a soul?
The way for time
To preserve my being?
Does time really heal all wounds?
Or is the function of time
To rip us apart; leaving no origin
To weep over the chipped pieces.
Does the acid really sting?
Should I protect my wounds against it?
Or is it one of those other things
I simply need to grow accustomed to?
And sometimes I wonder
Does joy exist without suffering?
Or does my joy mean another's pain
My agony compensation
For another's smile?
Is the world designed to keep a balance
And does it even matter?
Are my smiles even worth any more than my tears
Does the intensity of my feelings count
Or is this all just an illusion?
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This all assuming that pain and constant blows are actually unpleasant. Assuming we’ve even got feelings as we were told at childhood, and claim is true.
Written during one of my philosophical moments in the college canteen.
Written during one of my philosophical moments in the college canteen.
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