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Jan 2017
I wonder why,
why am I unable
to sort into words
what I'm feeling.

Being attacked
by invisible forces
to connect you back
to my center.

Voices calling your name,
calling me back to you.
Calling me back to the uncertainty,
to the state between I can't but I will.

I want to change your mind,
but you're stuck between the I can but I won't.
They keep calling your name,
They find their ways .
Copyright © irsorai
31/01/2017 - 2:13am
irsorai
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irsorai  31/F/Portugal
(31/F/Portugal)   
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