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Feb 2017
I can't seem to find it.
One, that is the golden.
And golden is the balance.
I will never have it there.

One second I m darker
Them the summer itself.
And grief is all I've got,
In my lifeless broken heart.
All's in vain, even the dreams.
I von't win alone against crowd.

And then again after some time
I feel as if eternity is none but mine.
Euphoria, you come around, give life.
I gonna dance and shine, speak up, create
No power can stop, I feel far too great.
Beloved by luck, I rule the dreams' fate.

I so go up and down for no reason.
I am never the one reaching middle.
As one hour dance with my demons.
And later I wonder if there is a hope.
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
(21/M/Ukraine)   
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