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I look around my room, empty, quiet and dark,
It's past midnight,
A time for a deathly still void phase.
How I loved this time of the night,
Where everyone is sound asleep,
And I'm busy watching.
I'll divulge and have some peek,
To a story I never knew.
It's impelling more than a movie,
It gives more disparity than those pages you flipped,
More profound than the meaning of Yes,
The letters that could unravel, the truth behind that mask.
Bright screen flashes, lucid as the sky could be,
Inside of a dark silent room,
My hands grew more numb, each time I press those buttons.
I've wondered how and why,
Their reasons of doing them,
But as I stare, it became clearer,
I was left mortified, and in a daze.
How many times did I made a mistake?
How could I even know? I wish I never know,
I did not see that coming,
Then I realized, what you see is not always what it seems to be.
I finally get to trust again, till blue in the face,
But again, I was betrayed.
I guess this is my punishment, for knowing the truth.
As I continued, the passing of time did not bother me,
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Seventh Sentiments
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