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Dec 2012
Why do we feel it?
Why do we need it?
What is this mystical feeling?
Can someone tell me?
Love

My heart started beating
fast and couldn't stop.
Nothing can stop me
from thinking about her
everyday.

All the time is for her.
Is it wasted?
Yes and no.
It all depends.
Love

But love towards what?
Who?
Why?
I wish I knew and stop wandering
within my head.
Love
Dimitar Dimitrov
Written by
Dimitar Dimitrov  Plovdiv
(Plovdiv)   
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   Mary Stanworth
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