Sand of past memories,
flowing through the desert of emotion,
the faces of truth and lies—
silence speaks of everything;
the meaning of love is nothing to understand…
What does it matter if someone is nothing?
A question of life, still to be answered…
Still waiting—you left; they left.
Everything fell apart inside my mind.
Still, I wear a false smile on my face,
with a thousand other faces of life,
to answer my own soul—
still waiting for answers…
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