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I’d rather be dead Than be half aware I desire ignorance More than a blank stare. I try to feel with numb fingers I try to see through cataracts No taste, no smell where I be Nothing to hear through the wax. But why do I know this? To what purpose am I aware Of my dead senses Should I care? Can I awaken from this sleep? Can I open my eyes and listen? Or will I forever be aware That I am not aware?

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Published: Jul 13, 2021
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Notes: First published on my Facebook page in 2014. Showed up in memories and is still relevant.

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