Doesn't it?
But, then, it doesn't really, at all,
Just your perception of it,
And even that is relying upon,
The assumption that what you see is,
More than just your seeing,
Of it,
Which in the end doesn't matter at all,
Only how intense is the pain,
And sometimes when I think of where we have been,
I want to cut out my own brain.
Both really and metaphorically, alright?
It hasn't done me much good anyway,
Between the choices and the infinitesimal,
Amount of information retained.
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