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Sep 2017
Cold morning,
She curled up like fetus,
Like a newborn soul without
any single thought.
She couldn't move, nor speak
only show signs of life.
Through breathing she wanted
to explain her world.
So familiar,
in the same time unknown.

"Could it be different?" - she thought to herself.
As the time passed, signs of life were weaker.
And, in fact, it was different.
Hristy
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Hristy  22/F/Republic of Macedonia
(22/F/Republic of Macedonia)   
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   Mystic904
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