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I miss myself, the one who stood at the edge of the world
with the sun falling into empty palms, I miss my breath, the one that was not afraid of silence. I got lost in a room full of mirrors, but none of them know my face. I burned myself with questions that I threw into the darkness, but they never came back. If I could gather all my pieces, I’d build a ship to sail through time. But what’s the point of a journey, when the waves always carry me in circles? Maybe, one day, I'll find myself in a crumpled photograph, in a laughter, I have forgotten, or in a corner of the sky I never dared to look at it. Until then, I’ll keep moving forward, a shadow trying to come back to life.
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