Illness and stillness
Both are here with me,
And I care not both.
I want to speak something,
The words are the truth,
The truth is not the words, though.
I think, therefore I am,
I speak, therefore what I am.
I am, what I am not
Without any utterance.
And I break the time
Within me and I comes first
To speak something before you,
The only truth for good.
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