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Dec 2017
now
Instead of the happy bells ringing every time I hear your name
i hear thunder storm shaking me, my soul to the very core

i no longer breath the air to live but just to exist
just to know the art of scraping through
just to relate to someone
even if it sounds ridiculous

I know longer find myself captivated with the wrinkles i make when i write something romantic

but yet my heart longs for love
and this longing is something that is now
a part of me
Luis Liriano
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Luis Liriano  19/M/Brooklyn, NY
(19/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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