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Aug 2018
Its like a cut you place on you own skin,
Wondering why is it pouring?
Why did i?
All questions unanswered.
Reminding yourself you placed it there,
Stil pouring, how you get weak.

Feeling the cuts on your back and side,
Saying "these hurt more".
Burining all over,
Just a second to reflect on one fact...
"I was not the one making them"
Then look back down and see no wounds.
Sadness lonesomeness
Iljano lepelblad
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Iljano lepelblad  32/M/Greece
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