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I have never been awake like now.
Time is a very cruel medicine to doubts and anger.
What is now for me,but to wait,
just a few decades of wandering around,a simple game of joy and sadness.
The nicest tear,the freshest blood,the self getting in and out,
the last silence is the one we meet when we sleep.