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I don't know anything anymore, i suffer of amnesia!
Nobody comes to see me in the hospital room, I injured myself when I ran after a breeze, like a madman, like an astronaut in space... and I ran so madly that I tripped over a corner of void Then I lost myself in sheepfold of ideas. What should have I done, frantic as I was? I fainted and I woke up here, in my room, I`d search for a crutch of truth... But where is it? Where is it, God?! I would tear myself apart of this delirium and I`d crawl and I think I`d ask the sky to give back my religion. To find myself re baptized by prayer... Just give it back, God...Give me back my crutch!!!
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