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| Day 4 |
Walking onto this platform,
I saw many brave souls.
Before the train arrived,
the sound of their conversations is the most unbearable of all.
When thinking carts arrived,
all the souls board,
yet,
I stayed.
When the platform was occupied by
no one, but--
myself,
I burst out laughing, crying, screaming.
I am,
the genius of the silenced.
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