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I steer into the World.
Trapped into infinite now.
Trapped into forever here.
I touch myself unable to grasp surface of myself.
I lick myself knowing I have no taste to be imagined.
I hear myself, but only at certain time my lips are moving.
I smell myself, jet my excretion covers the smell of nothingness.
I see myself as a life supporting cage.
Cage is alive for I am not.
Am I more than but a though that is represening me to me?