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Jun 2018
I was petrified in fear of consequences that came from acts not yet played out.

And i wept for a life i have not yet lived
I felt remorse for hurts i have not yet caused

And i mourned the joys i may never see

My eyes wide open gazing to a future
That might never come.

I'm yet to comprehend the present.
Noder
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Noder  Hungary
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