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All the worries within

we hold for the future,

all our fading dreams,

the senseless cruelty...

Knowing that all will end,

always looking inside.

Slowly burning our hopes

for another life.

The dying of our faith,

darkness and silence...

are the only answer

to our deafening screams.

Our hopeless effort of being,

way beyond appearances.

The masks that we wear to others

fall out when we are alone.

Unable to move,

unable to speak.

Shut myself in,

there will be no more

lies.

In the depths of winter,

I learned within me lies

an invincible summer.

(Au milieu de l’hiver,

j’apprenais enfin qu’il y avait en moi

un été invincible.) -Albert Camus