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May 2015
the progression of pain,
is not something you can mark with charts and lines,
it is not something a number on a scale on one to ten can define,
but if you want me to tell you how much pain I feel right now based on these standers of living,
I'd say,
About 4 or 5?

But these stings sit steady on our skins,
Because we so suddenly were the ones with nerves,
to stab and sear away at perfect skins,
like our skin we wore represented our life,
and with every lighter and knife,
we made our life and purpose to live,
less?

Giving us the 1st lesson on,
Place Value,
Because people who don't have pain,
where 1st,
and we didn't even fall 2nd.
and if we all Multiplied,
Our product would leave us at 4th,
and you would still sat 1st.
because you were always made to be more then,

even though 1,
was less then 2,
and 1 was the Odd numbered group.
making 2 feel like a mixed number,
because we felt like a fraction of one,
when we were double of what one could ever be,

and the dullness,
In the question,
Rate your pain,
on a scale of one to ten,
My pain is as high as a ten,
but My pain is as equal to that of number,
one or two,

but I just say the median
"a 4 or a 5,"
because you can't mark,
the progress of pain,
with numbers, charts, or lines,
because everything fluctuates on the graph of life.
Idk I just hate being asked this at the Doctors
Cat Fiske
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Cat Fiske  United States
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