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To say that "all I see is darkness" would be a lie
For there is nothing to see
Even the memory of my sight has been ripped
Out of my head.
To say that "I can taste nothing" would be a lie
For I no longer know
What it means to taste
So how can I know what nothing tastes like?
To say that "I no longer smell" would be a lie
The air goes into my lungs
To keep me alive,
But for what?
To say that "I do not hear you" would be a lie
The world and sounds around me
Have died out
Leaving less than nothing
All that I am, all that I can ever aspire to be
Is what I can feel
And right now, I feel the road beneath my feet
As I travel this cold, silent world.
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