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The Distance

We are one, but people say we are two... As I walked through the streets of culture without a clue, I gazed at my dreams as they escaped the cage of customs and flew, but it was all in vain, so my heart hurried into the rainfalls of pain, Achieving more than another; My yesterday self, They say, from this what will you gain? Not caring about my curiosity to suceed, they split my passion into a half. 'Going against your culture' they say. To them I was astray, but in reality, I was building myself everyday...

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