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Looking away.
Eyes staring into nothingness.
Dazzled by the light of day 
Blinded by the truth.
Still unable to get over it.

When will the whispers be heard again?
When will it come back even for a moment?

Don't care about the outpouring emotions.
Can't be stepped on.
Don't be buried anymore.

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