THAT FEAR
No more I, I feel a little 'strange.
I tarnish the view of my hand trembles
What happens
I have to stop,
the legs are soft,
I'm missing.
People look at me,
I want to help, but I do not accept
and continuous shaking.
I do strength
still a small step, but it is
then
that helmet out of bed
f.scordino
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