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    The narrator walks with their eyes closed, listening only to the voice in their head and not the birds singing. They walk a familiar path yet feel lost, as the voice wants them to run but they continue walking in circles without end. With hands in pockets for warmth, the narrator walks fast but realizes later they should have walked slower. Though unable to see, they are beginning to feel again, which they dislike. To find numbness and quiet the voice, the narrator continues walking with eyes closed, refusing to adjust to an uncomfortable and unfamiliar brightness.

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    The narrator walks with their eyes closed, listening only to the voice in their head and not the birds singing. They walk a familiar path yet feel lost, as the voice wants them to run but they continue walking in circles without end. With hands in pockets for warmth, the narrator walks fast but realizes later they should have walked slower. Though unable to see, they are beginning to feel again, which they dislike. To find numbness and quiet the voice, the narrator continues walking with eyes closed, refusing to adjust to an uncomfortable and unfamiliar brightness.

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    The narrator walks with their eyes closed, listening only to the voice in their head and not the birds singing. They walk a familiar path yet feel lost, as the voice wants them to run but they continue walking in circles without end. With hands in pockets for warmth, the narrator walks fast but realizes later they should have walked slower. Though unable to see, they are beginning to feel again, which they dislike. To find numbness and quiet the voice, the narrator continues walking with eyes closed, refusing to adjust to an uncomfortable and unfamiliar brightness.

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    TUESDAY, APRIL 6, 2010

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    I walk, but when I walk I do not see.


    I listen.
    I listen to the voice in my head, but not to the birds chirping in the back ground.
    I walk a familiar path, and yet I'm still lost.
    The voice in my head wants me to run, but yet I still walk.
    I'm walking in circles; my yellow brick road seems to have no end.
    As I walk I try not to slip on the ice, or step in the mud.
    I walk fast with my hands in my pockets because it is cold.
    Once I get home I realize I should have walked slower.
    Even though I do not see I am beginning to feel again.
    I don't like feelings so instead I listen to the voice in my head forgets...that I
    cannot see.
    How can I find what will make me numb if I cannot see, it is forcing me to feel for
    it.
    A contradiction, it is impossible to feel for the numbness.
    So I continue to walk and try to force myself to see.
    But like I've said before the sun is blinding.
    I force my eyes closed again, reluctant to let them get used to the brightness.
    NO, not reluctant, refusing.
    It’s uncomfortable and unfamiliar.
    I do not like feelings.
    So with my eyes forced closed, unable to adjust to this blinding sun I find my
    numbness and the voice in my head is then quiet...finally.

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