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Nov 2017
My soul, my little thing..
You are the thing that knows all
there is to know about myself,
Yet we have never officialy met.
Strange.
I can only picture you, small and bright,
Always moving and exploring.
Did you know that there is nothing more unique than you.
Amazing.
When i die, a part of you die aswell
But when i die, a part of me lives on through you
Forever.
Colette
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Colette  20/F/South Africa
(20/F/South Africa)   
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