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Mar 2016
There was a time,
when I would wake up with a smile.
Looking at  ceiling,
with immense feeling of beauty and hope.
At that time I could hear my heartbeats,
pumping the innocence trough my veins,
and that lunatic mind of me
would make me feel invincible.
TheBigShut
Written by
TheBigShut  Bosnia and Hercegovina
(Bosnia and Hercegovina)   
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