Three Missing Senses.

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I can't feel.

And when I can't feel

I can't think

my mind is just completely empty

my heart, completely shattered


I can't see.

Normally when I can't see

I'm blinded.

Blinded by my own tears

Blinded by my own fears


I can't hear.

With all these thoughts in my head

I'm deafened.

I can't hear my own thoughts

I can't hear other around me


I'm just so tired. I feel so numb. I can't feel and see and hear. That's three of my senses. 

I'm missing three. Not two. Because the third one I'm missing is common sense



--jj

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