I don't know what I feel anymore ,
or maybe it's that I don't know
HOW to feel anymore . I question
every move I make , every breath
I take , and every flutter of an
eyelash . I've developed a twitch
from always being on guard .
I'm alert at night , and numb
during the day , but I'm always
ready . Maybe , I can intercept
tragedy from striking again
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