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"And when time slowed down to allow some thoughts,
The emptiness start to refill by itself once again,
To make certainty become doubtfulness,
Strong as what was promised,
But then again, ashamed of how tears patronise the mind.
It's never wrong to let them out,
But how often should that be, if you are always hanging on so steadily.
And who, in this world, are real? "
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