Hearing you from breath calls away
Seeing everlasting darkness, or seeing nothing at all
Confusion trespasses into my mind
What could I be living for?
Or am I living at all?
I must know before I take a fall.
Your voice is gone now
I must be dead
But then I open my eyes, and you stand at my bed
You were my therapy.

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