Can't return
To the days
Without self-awareness
Comfortably numb
Lapping up what I was told
Feeling safe
In my cotton-wrapped
Protected bubble
No
Once you open your eyes
There's no going back
I see
I hear
I ask questions
I face the answers
Sometimes I cry
We all bleed
And it's beautiful
And horrid
All at once
But there is no going back
The old is gone
And in the knowledge
There is freedom
Written 4/30/12 on lunch hour
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