With a filled black fountain pen,
I sat in front of a spotless white paper
A heart full of emotions,
but the mind nil of ideas
Feels like everyone understands what you say,
yet no one really do so
So many happy faces around,
faking their sad situations
Living in dreams,
unaware of the reality
Filled with hate,
when there is so much love to embrace
Is it true that our time here is boundless,
or is it limited
Will this last forever,
or will it fade away in a blink
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