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Every night, I close my eyes only to sleep and dream another scene.
But every time I attempt to leave my subconscious, I usually hear some sounds.
It's very familiar.
And every time I hear those sounds, I can't help but to cry.
Why?
Because it's the voice of reasoning.
The voice of hope.
The voice of lost.
The voice of love.

They even talk to me even in dreams and even I hadn't one.
They're just there, lingering around my head.
I surprise myself by trying to decode all the messages.
And start learning.
And start acting.
I am really relief this time.
Because even if there's something into the deep,
I'll just pump it up and burst it where nobody knows.
I'll simply brokedown into tears.
And simply gathering all the broken pieces of myself.
And lay down of what's left of me.

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