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The eyes of The Odd One Out watched the world as if they could see it for the first time. It was painfully obvious; outside the window what once was familiar and friendly now revealed its true nature. Reality seemed to be a rusty engine; rotten by greed, corruption and selfishness. How could it possibly keep on working as old as it was? The misery of many was the only lubricant that kept the machinery on. For too many decades it had malfunctioned. Could it be more obvious?

For a moment those eyes caught a glimpse of the night sky. There, countless stars were shinning; full of hope; full of future. Were they stars? Could they be eyes? They resembled the eyes of the ones willing to make a change. They were so alike to the ones of The Odd One Out´s face. They looked at the world knowing that a change had to be done. They were fully awake now. They were No Longer Blind.

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