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Deep down I can perceive discreetly a whisper

At this point I don't know if I’m hearing myself

Or if someone has listened to me

Despair and my cloudy mind does not let me distinguish

I am tired of only receiving moments of sense despair

Each time the whisper comes closer it becomes more clear

I can hear the voice torn

Torn Scream that is transmitted to my mouth tastes like blood

I can scream

Scream of anguish and despair

The torn voice comes from me

I can’t control the voice its screams

You are mine You will never leave

Now you are part of me

Always in the gloom

I will never be able to return

You’re mine you will never leave

You’re mine Now you are a part of me

You’re mine you will never leave

Slowly I begin to feel my feet

Finally I touch the surface and it feels cold

Each step echoes in my hear recently recovered

I have arrived now

Now I have arrived.

Finally I touch the surface