I can close my eyes, but my skin creeps with life dancing up and down my arms. My head spins with ideas and my heart lifts with feeling, how can I nap? My mind can be spun out in a thousand different directions analyzing everything. What my eyes sift into my brain, what my hands sift into my heart and yet, I can easily file away pain. Nothing that has hurt me has been lost. I can still feel the burn vividly and the scars stand out sewn onto my sleeve only for me to see, I feel them every second of every day. My cataloguing system in this case, is impeccable.
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