and I am not unfeeling.
I am not thick-skinned
or cold-blooded
or callous.
I am pseudo-psychosis,
I am untouched,
unloved,
unwrapped.
I am unfinished and raw.
I am starved for affection,
blind to what lies ahead,
and deaf to a soft voice.
I am nothing more,
and I am nothing less.
I am human.
photo credit - myself
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