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There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship's smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves.Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.When I was a child I had a fever.My hands felt just like two balloons.Now I got that feeling once again.I can't explain, you would not understand.This is not how I am.I have become comfortably numb.