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The Feeling Again
He didn't know. Which way to go? Confused and alone, as his heart began turning to stone. What happened? And why is help not on the way? The words must be too hard to say. His future was a nightmare of pain and denial. Infesting his body like a family of mice, Death had started to sound quite nice. Only then will it stop the misery he must endure. He no longer can feel the sensation. His words become unrecognizable and need translation. Dear God, let the numbness have a vacation. Staring face to face with death is degenerating. Convincing himself this was his fate wasintoxicating.
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