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Apr 2017
Uncertainty

Oh Gosh.. I'm so unaware,
It seems that my peace wasn't that endless as I used to presume.
But now is time to be smashed by the clock's countdown.
To face without warning the truth that stills raw,
And I have to admite it,
it tastes bittersweet!
I hope that you, my reader, could tell it tastes as it seems.

Admite it you too!
It tastes good once you get used to it!
There's no salvation for me
But on the other hand..
Who's ever mentioned I wanted it at first?
Jul
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Jul  Colombia
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   Isabelle
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