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My lips move but produce no sound.
My eyes look around but see nothing.
I touch objects, but I feel nothing.
Am I becoming numb?
No desire, no expression.
I feel a weak desire of love inside of me.
My expression has been fading away slowly.
Desire is all I have left, desire of companionship.
Someone to help me through life, because on my own, I will never make it out alive.

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