How can you know me and breathe?
How can you know me at all?
I get headaches, do you get headaches?
Are they just a nuisance, or do they rape, pillage, and pull out pieces of your soul?
I suppose pain is imperative, yet subjective.
If you could know and feel what I do, it may be too much for you.
You could go mad.
If I could know and feel what you do, it may be too much for me.
I might be bored.