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I can’t wait to feel the sorrow.⁣It came late, but I still follow.⁣The light returns to whatever heaven⁣it came from,⁣And I turn my back⁣to not feel the shine of love,⁣to feel all the lack.⁣How can it be true⁣when lies are all I gather?⁣How can it be true⁣when I don’t seem to bother?⁣I observe my gradual…