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Mar 2015
to talk about us is to feel things that can not be felt
it is like trying to define what we are
in words that are not even existed in the world
you are white whilst i am black
you are the sinner whilst i was the saint
and we think that things we are doing for each other is
to fix and to save and to rescue
when all we are doing right now is
to damage and to ruin and to break
there is no place left for two of us
so why bother keep telling them we are real?

- n, 2014.
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Nadia
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