Feel Again. I scramble through my thoughts, as I wake, I feel no pain. I've been waiting for the time to pass so I can feel again. For many years I've been down here and I don't know my name. I scratch at the rotting plank of wood above, I'm not afraid. My hunger grows inside my head, I don't want to be delayed. I break through the ugly rotten plank and dig out of the grave. I look to see my brothers and sisters, ready to feel again.
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