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It all starts with a tiny bit of emptiness.
It grows to be a part of the darkness.
Little can it look like something else.
In darkness lies the darkest shades.
It is so dark that a sparkle of light
is either noticeable or nothing.
That light can do a hole in the darkness
Like a crack in a room with no exits and no lights.
There's wonder in there and hope.
It delivers a false sense of relief, joy.
Each hour passes with impatience to be freed.
All for the darkness to be thrown away.
But notice that the shadow is not looking here.
It's looking at its light.
Seeing its back from here.
Come back home.
It's better in here
in the darkness.
No one can see you or hear you.
No voice will come out of you.
Your presence has been erased for them.
There are no possible ways for someone to
ever come to you and for you.

I take a moment to say thank you.

''I know how bad it is to know that someone
Has forgotten you over the past years.
Saying sorry won't help.
Maybe I’ll forget the words
that I’m about to tell you.
Can you remember them for me?
I love you.''

A colour who were looking vibrant, gone.
Colours who come to you at the speed of light, gone.
Blue that tells us about the sky or the sadness in your eyes, gone.
Red that tells us of love possibly and of blood, gone.
Green that shows us leaves of spring and summer, and the green peace, gone.
Yellow, a unique one that stands out, talks about the fire of the sun, gone.
Purple that comes with darkness but also with calm and style, gone.
There are a lot of other colours but they're all gone, gone.