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Jun 2015
How can I collect the broken pieces of your heart
Whilst mine is falling apart?
Your words somehow remind me of never-ending misery
Sunday
everything seems so easy to be lived with
Monday
You put thousands knife til' I can hardly feel my breath
Each day
Every hour I spend to count how many times do I have to scream in your grasp over and over again
F Marley
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F Marley
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   Gul e Dawoodi and Gudden
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