nerve induction in poetry
- Jan. 15, 2015, 1:58 a.m.
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Like Paul and the pain box,
I’m learning not to flinch,
learning the burn is an illusion
and to not move an inch.
The feeling that there’s a better you,
sleeping inside,
but you don’t know how to wake him.
We need a word for this.
Like Paul and the pain box,
I’m trying to prove I’m a man
by taking attacks while smiling
holding out for as long as I can.
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Squidobarnez ⋅ January 15, 2015
over the years I've gotten really good at putting my mind somewhere else if I'm in any kind of pain while still acknowledging that there is pain, and that seems to help it fade away.
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