Epiphany

We are solitary dots in a crumpled paper waiting for a pen to connect us, to turn us into a single line once more.

I'm blind, a mute , a deaf and a cripple.

 A lie.

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They greeted her with warm smiles.

Laughters couldnt stop from rolling.

An infinity of words approached them.

The past became their mutual friend but the future remained as her constant enemy.