Sometimes we're lost signals
trying to reach places,
but ended trapped and suffocated through some edges.
Sometimes we're the questions
left unanswered,
and blurs answers
became questions unsealed.
Sometimes we're enough
as we say to ourselves,
but then sometimes not
when they started to speak.
— Shey D.
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