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Written during a stagnate moment in theater practice. |
Four faces, four people, one room. The drop of a pin makes a boom. Three comments, three sighs, yet one thought. Mouths should be kept shut, but they're not. Two options, two feelings, one mind. Confusion can make one go blind. One heartbeat, one soul, I'm in strife. Let go of me, fool, it's my life. |