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Mar 2014
Thinking up about a sense
to fill the emptiness of time,
'cause Emptiness is a weight,
my weight, my sorrow.

Can't see beyond all the things I know,
and all the things I know are always more oppressive,
and my choices are my chains,
my weight, my sorrow.

Beyond my days, beyond my borders,
*no one calls my name.
Andje
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Andje  22/F/Italy
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