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Jan 2018
No message.
Feeling half empty on the inside,
You look at your phone two times per minute.
You ask yourself if it's your fault,
You search for a trace of him
And nothing
As if death took him away
No one can find him
Nothing leads to him.
So you wait.
For that message that says:"I'm fine."
Hanafuda
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Hanafuda  21/F/Romania
(21/F/Romania)   
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