Feeling Is A Touchy Subject

I broke the window I didn't want anything shielding me from reality I'd rather face it head on I felt the cold wind on my skin as I slept The heat on my toes in the afternoon I remembered how I used to watch the wind and rain Beating upon the glass And I would look at the way the sunlight streamed through I still can't decide which I prefer: Feeling life's beauties and pains Or watching them while I hide away. {NR}

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