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Mar 2018
Out
Sitting on a putrid mess
Of solitude and homesickness
I wish I had someone to which I could shout
But hey, look at it from the bright side, friend:
At least you can finally breathe out.
A continuation of my previous poem...
H Phone
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H Phone  18/M/Belgium
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