NEIL'S THOUGHTS
Does thinking it
Make it real?
Saturday, July 12, 2003
Pain is like a lead blanket,
covering me,
I cannot see through it,
Either in front of me, or the back.
Future or past,
It envelopes and encloses me,
It is me,
neither evil or good,
no memory exists,
just a state of being,
in pain.
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