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Flooding my room with sunlight, the darkness yet intensifies.
Muffling the sounds all around me, the noise begins to swell.
My touch caresses oblivion, my tongue bleeds with bitterness,
As putrid air recycles though my lungs, first in, then out.
Nothing makes any sense, my senses take in nothing.
But the body’s rot reawakens my spirit,
And the mind’s decay yet again reminds my soul,
That our steps here are circumscribed,
And the seconds allotted are fixed

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