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"A thousand lights"

In a cold loudly night,
Surrounded by lights so beautiful and bright,
He stood tall and proud in the middle,
Without traces of painful past needles in his heart,
He smiled in front of a flashing light,
A gadget so expensive and light.
Behind those smile he showed so fine,
Is a mile wide darkness in his heart confined,
None made a single step in his madness,
None dared to enter his world of hardship and nonsense.
So he stood tall under a thousand lights,
He ignored the darkness that hugged his humble heart,
He smiled endlessly with all his might,
Now there he is, still standing but internally dying.

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