Sometimes you are silent
It seems the world have changed
You sit to cry
And tears never flows
Inside you is topsy-turvy
The brain cannot think
The blood flows like hot tears
Physically you act as if nothing has happened
But inside you stand motionless
Steering at family and friends
Watching who will follow next
Whether you or they
And the way it should be
You still don't know
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