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Jun 2018
Ive died over and over.
With every teardrop, mourning at my own funeral.
Yet i have risen from my grave ,over and over.
Each time, better than before.
And when you came along this time, i prepared myself to immerse in mother nature once again, only to be risen from my mistakes.
Yet again she will heal me with no fail, and nurture me till i find someone again, to die for.
Dream
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Dream  22/F/SA
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