we are never in a better position to write about pain until we are feeling its piercing tentacles clawing the air around us.....when we know with fatal accuracy that tears are indeed going to chart their way down yet another path from the wet eyes to the cold cheeks.....it hurts ....the words encompass a whole universe of primacy that explodes with the vitality of the bland statement
n then we go into numbness where we are perhaps preparing ourselves for the inevitable axe as we hear it grinding in the background....groaning for flesh to poison with its iron of rejection....
n then our eyes widen....we dont want to admit to the unpleasant unreasonable bitterness that is doled out with cruel consistancy....
rejection of the self by the reactions of the other continues
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