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You took me out to witness an impossible world, and then brought me back. With the colors still in my eyes, I say the gray of mine; and gray tears came out my eyes.
And when I sought for those colors in my world, I saw the black asphalt had eaten them; only a few stunted trees remained on the streets. And when I looked at the blue sky, it turned gray. And with a gray cry I turned back home. But my home wasn't anymore, because you took my heart to your world. And the only thing that remained in my old home were gray walls; and the shouts of my relatives. I expected to find you where I did the first time. But the cinema screen was empty, and gray. And I felt fooled. But at the same time, I knew you were real. Now, I am just sitting in this corner, trying to withstand the pain of your going. Waiting you to tell me what to do. Until then...
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I love Plato, but I love Truth more - Aristotle
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