It is really life, when one has to hide his tears.
When one can never tell what is truly wrong.
The darkness, with the bright moon light.
A sudden fear of what is coming.
When one haven't slept in days, when one is on the brink of breaking down.
When only darkness is to be found, where light and laughter should be.
What if there is nothing more to life?
What if everything and nothing will never change, nor to the better, nor to the worse?
When a heart is beating.
The life runs trough you, even though it is not seen.
Maybe tears work the same.
They run, even though they are not seen, but still vital to life.
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