There will be one final day,
When you'll be taken for granted.
The same people who never turned to look,
Would turn to blame.
Thinking more, tears roll down.
Idle tears, tears that dare to speak.
Eyes blur enough not to understand a thing.
In the end,
Everything seems to be clear,
Clearer than it seemed to be.
People understand less.. lesser... and never !!!
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