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When words are gone
And nothing's left,
I must move on,
Whatever is felt.
I clench my fists
And look upside:
No clouds, no mist,
Sharp empty sky.
I feel I can
Though it is hard
To break the fairytales
Living in my heart
To get to know the world
As violent as it is
No single tear and no word,
I am just clenching fists
To learn how to cope.
To dig my illusions deep.
But not to lose my hope
And a bit of optimism.
To learn that in our life
Colours are not just
black and white.
I believe i must.
to be probably continued. if it's worth being continued.
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