Sickness had him watching the sky in darkness fully blown up with colorful sparks dancing on the dim sky. The noise booming around were the sign of enjoyment for some people finding the hour's definition. As he began to look above, the sky has witnessed how his tears slowly wetting his deceiving eyes, it was for sure an hour of aloneness, an hour of freedom yet in agony and hopelessness. Spending the time alone ripped all his happiness inside, it was empty and everything were figured by its silhouette. Everyone has their greatest strength beside them but for this guy, he always need to understand everything and forgot the meaning of the event. He calmed himself as he finally rest his body, heaving a sigh, it wasn't a relief. He asked " When will I? "

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