I wanna feel myself. I lick the blood off my fingers, but its as tasteless as wood.
I wanna hear my voice.
I wanna see if I still know how to sing.
I wanna know if my head is just a sack of fleshy material, or a powerful generator.
I struggle to pull a gum wrapper out of my pocket, and i sign my name on it with my own blood.
If I can't feel myself now, will you?
Ur awesome
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