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I stared at every corner of my room,
and to the details of my blinds.
I hear birds chirping and the sun was so bright.
I knew I was late.
But I can't.
I can't stand up.
I can't raise my body nor my arms or legs.
It's like the gravity is much stronger than the usual.
I feel numb.
But my eyes,
my eyes.
my eyes are the only thing that function.
My eyes are weary  and teary.
My body is tired.
It can't get up.
Like my will, courage and hope,
it can't get up.
But my eyes,
my eyes can still see.
It can see the pain outside the walls of my room.
My eyes tells me to stand up
Even though it sheds tears;
Even though it is helpless.
Is this how powerful you are?
Or is this how dumb you are?