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I came home from a concert with my ears ringing my mother said it was hearing damage which i can believe i could feel the beat in my chest drumming against my rib cage electrocuting my veins it made me realize if you're going to live truly live it's better to wear out your senses hear words sung guitar riffs that shake your eardrums make you feel alive seeing sights a baby being born your first funeral things may burn your eyes or open them see the world even the dustiest most harmful corners feel feel every emotion even if it hurts claws your inside and makes you feel dead because there are the wonderful emotions left inside of you laughing until you feel like you've ran a marathon the feeling of your first love being in a city or sleeping in on a rainy morning hearing seeing feeling wear them out
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Senses
I came home from a concert with my ears ringing my mother said it was hearing damage which i can believe i could feel the beat in my chest drumming against my rib cage electrocuting my veins it made me realize if you're going to live truly live it's better to wear out your senses hear words sung guitar riffs that shake your eardrums make you feel alive seeing sights a baby being born your first funeral things may burn your eyes or open them see the world even the dustiest most harmful corners feel feel every emotion even if it hurts claws your inside and makes you feel dead because there are the wonderful emotions left inside of you laughing until you feel like you've ran a marathon the feeling of your first love being in a city or sleeping in on a rainy morning hearing seeing feeling wear them out
hollyy
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
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