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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWhispers of twilight, the stars above.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ星々の下で時 は静かに流れる。
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn the silence of the night, I search for answers...
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Black is where everything begins.
White is where everything pretends to end.
Red is the truth no one wants to touch.

I walk through days like they are memories,
and through nights like they are confessions.
Every second leaves a mark,
even when I pretend it didn’t matter.

I learned early that silence is louder than words.
That distance can hurt more than violence.
That the deepest wounds
are the ones you never show.

I collect fragments of myself —
broken thoughts, unfinished feelings,
names I no longer say out loud.
Somewhere between loss and acceptance,
I forgot how to be simple.

I don’t believe in purity.
White gets dirty too easily.
I don’t believe in darkness either.
Black only reflects what you bring into it.

Red is different.
Red doesn’t lie.
Red is the pulse in my chest
when everything else goes numb.
Red is anger, love, fear, desire —
all screaming at once.