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i can�t see.. I can�t taste... but i can feel
as the poor suffering fears
when the death knocks at the door

i sickly apprehend those long and gloomy nights
the awakening calls
making an unbearable noise
ouh.. I know

day after day... it�s back
and my patience
is exhaust to a consciousness level
that i cannot seize

the time and his notions penetrate me
all over my body

i must fear my own self
on the slippery wall... where i crawl

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