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Certainly one side of my body has stopped working

Stuck in an ambiguity of the false and reality

I see fatigue and despair

Knowing there is no tangible future

Knowing that in any moment

Life will be completed torn.

The Breath no longer has essence and touch is meaningless

The Breath no longer has essence and touch is meaningless

The vision blurred

At the same time the thinking ability stopped mattering.

I have started the path that leads to the truth, the truth

A truth that it is only for me and does not matter to others.

On the path will find an ethereal peace

I will not be able to touch or see

But I will feel that is the right place to be

He extend the hand and I cannot distinguish between

The rough touch of charred

Of charred and humid skin

And the moist of the dirt

Essence of blood

Is the only thing that I clearly reached to perceive

The darkness is penetrating but I feel at home