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Oct 2016
I can’t wake up from the dream.
No matter how much I try.
Even how much I scream.
I know I’m ready to die.

But the light frees me.
From the closed eyes.
Now I live to see.
The so beautiful sunrise.
Dark Delusion
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Dark Delusion  19/F/Denmark
(19/F/Denmark)   
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