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Silence filled
Watery eyes
Dark filled room
Ceiling fan above the head
What is life ?

I lost it long ago,
nowhere to be found .
Lost pieces in the bush ,
I couldn't find it .

But maybe if I try again,
join the pieces and try again.
Maybe I could live again in this life .

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