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i saw the clouds turning gray
and in the mirror,
i've seen my eyes so dull and empty

i am lonely, yes i am.

days with bright sun already passed by but i never felt its warmth,

nights plenty of stars had been witnessed by my eyes
but nothing happened

blank mind,
dying heart —
they are concealed behind a mask

this is a book,
a story of an unhappy man
with a joyful face. the end

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