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There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke in the sky.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin.
When I was a child I caught a spore.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably mutant.