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Feb 2018
Nine months without your touch, like a salmon on a sand, stranded,
No, strangled.
Reaching my limit of holding breath, though it's not death that awaits me
People who wish for immortality, other kinds of inhuman abilities
Those blessed with them might find it inconvenient, would rather recieve a normal treatment.
Perspectives change with experience, and sure, opinions differ, that's the beautiful part of our nature,
Yes, you may disagree.
A fish out of sea surely can't be happy, a separate matter but even that has been argued over.
What i meant to say,
I can't wait to be with you, yet i'm waiting and will keep at it,
Am i stupid?
Silver Heinsaar
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Silver Heinsaar  27/M/Estonia
(27/M/Estonia)   
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