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Jan 2015
Scream* into my ear every word I wanted to *hear

From you

Your brown eyes make me want to hide
Looking into them make me want to cry

Why must the odds make it impossible for you to be mine?

Every image of us I need to leave behind
In my arms is where you belong in the imagined reality in my mind

Alone I've always been, loneliness is the only future that can be *seen
Wasted Youth
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Wasted Youth
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   Monika
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