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No rest for my brain

My reflex shows the inner Death

I rot the day, presences at the night

Stare at me from the door

Paralized...

It's coming... Slowly...

Tension and fear... Suffocate

My heartbeat... Deafening

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The feeling of disgust and terror

Left inside forever

I lie in bed helpless

Death seems the best option

Sitting on my chest

Asphyxiating perception

Smell of madness

Putrid, nauseous feelings