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His words would reflect a meaning, a message or even an idea, if you were to take the time for it. Just to read it in a different tone seems to conjure a completely obscure concept from the original glance, to vocalise the content could free your consciousness, or reveal a disturbing truth about oneself.
Here we lie, in a deep illusion we glance at the distant idea, a reflection of truth basking in the night? or is it truth reflecting ourselves, hiding in the day, skipping through the minds, drowning in our thoughts, emerging through the flames anew.
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