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He is lost on his own looking for a single cloud, He sees nothing but darkness and hears a whisper that is painful when it gets loud. There are two empty streets in front of him, The first is full of bright lights and the other one is empty. He needs to choose one to flee and be free. In the midst, he is trying his best to breathe. And all he can hear is the sound of blithe. While the fog is covering his images, Winds are screaming differences. And he's still standing, Vivid yet never astounding. Maybe he dreamt too much. Things in this world that are impossible to match. Maybe he has written a lot, Using words that should be cut. Sending ambiguous thoughts, Powerful but not like the tightest knots. And he's still here tenaciously, Dreaming all by himself while lost in his own fantasy.
