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Feb 2018
Shall I bite my tongue not to hurt anymore
or in the coldest loneliness I will persist
and my aching soul the void will devour
and I'll be forgotten until I no longer exist.
Carolina
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Carolina  25/F/Argentina
(25/F/Argentina)   
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