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atrium
I can imagine that it passes in silence again with a vain look and useless words. I pretend nothing happened. How hard it is for me to say, this is a repetitive story every time, and this is repeated.
Nothing gets better when you struggle, only life is naked before your eyes because of emptiness. I will return empty-handed. I close my eyes, letting my hands feel and believe the light , they believe in the light of the atrium.
I can imagine that it passes in silence again with a vain look and useless words. I pretend nothing happened. How hard it is for me to say, this is a repetitive story every time, and this is repeated.
Nothing gets better when you struggle, only life is naked before your eyes because of emptiness. I will return empty-handed. I close my eyes, letting my hands feel and believe the light , they believe in the light of the atrium.
