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We all felt like we were going to die under such harsh conditions. But we did not, we kept faith and hope alive.

We stare at night the beautiful vast heavens and we saw light and tiny stars illuminating in such blurry skies.

Sometimes we fume under rocks for shelter, waiting on dusk to unfold its blistering palms and fearful doubts.

It was difficult to manage our drastic values and colour differences, how comes our oppressed hearts could be awake and wail in protests.

Today we rise from the lingering hope of dying to what we once knew to be the only music in the fall of autumn.