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MADNESS
What awaits us.
Stigmata of a delirious metabolism,
cracks, leprous lesions
that interrupt the flow of blood.
The Paradox of the acting mind
which will be built by its own destruction,
indefinitely.
screams.
Who am I ?
Too week, too disorderly to act outside.
Who am I ?
So tender and without strenght.
Run away…
Where to ?