The illusion of what we are. Of what we worth.
The truth is we never put ourselves in our each milieu.
We are clueless. Silently.
I thought our fate were intertwined. You thought our tenets were profoundly adhered.
It did not. We were bereft of us.
Time accentuate what we did not think of us.
Exuberance gone.
Us disbarred.
Ceasefire.
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