Three Dots

It’s called sad,

But I don’t feel it.

It’s called pain,

But I don’t feel it.

It’s as though it has grown immune to it.

Theoretically...

yup, at this point it should trigger it.

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Nope,

just silence.

No pain? That’s incredible! That must be good. 

Right...?

Or that must be bad.

Really really bad.

Whichever it may be.

The first or the latter.

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Yup,

just silence.