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Nov 2017
It’s not about the past
nor about your future
Why do we like to torture ourselves?
Is pain the only thing you can feel?
Is absence the only kind of love you know?
Are you telling me that you don’t love your present?
What do you want?
Is this the life you’ve always imagined?
We are human beings and we are melancholic
We are dark souls
But what if
You decided to change
Do you need time to think about that?
Marie-Lyne
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Marie-Lyne  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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   Carina
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