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Only the boldest admit what they can't defeat. Every liar says what they really mean. It takes a conflict to agree and the darkness before we can ever truly see (that this is all there is to see). I'm not convinced so I leave with my camera in my backpack. You confiscate my proofs, but I need them back. If these buildings could only breathe, I'd tell them how much they'll never ever mean to me, with their permanent stare. In my mind I have a desire, but it's devoured by the flames in the fire. I tried to exist like I'm anonymous but it just wasn't worth it. Only the strong will say I'm weakening, but the weakest ones can't speak or request anything. And if a criminal needs a cage, then I swear we're only ever really half awake. So close those weary eyes. Capture and develop this. From Letras Mania