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My five senses.
Seeing your face every day only strikes pain into my useless nerves. My ability to touch and feel has left my senses, and vision is no longer a joy. My tounge, also wounded with pain, deprives me of speech and taste. My ability to smell is now useless, for your scent has singed my nostriles beyond repair. As for what I hear, it is only the ever slowing beat of my heart in sync with the tears I’ve shed. Every day my body works to mend the harm you have caused, but every day even more pain comes.
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