20-Freedom

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"There will be somebody for you."
To all the people who die alone.
"It will get better."
To all the people who got worse.
"The universe listens to you."
To all the people who heard silence only.
All the words of comfort
Are nothing but to run from reality
That perhaps,
There really isn't anything out there
For you.

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