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Nov 2018
Love them, love them. Your real friends and that namesake of yours.
Love them, love them. They are there for you answer your call at midnight, there for you to cross borders to meet.
Love them, love them. They, who gonna hool angry with you if you travel without them.
Not those, not those. They don’t meet each for months and they live in one city, no messages in the chat.
Not those, not those. Never gonna call you if you don’t, will never greet you if you won’t.
Not those, not those. Your opinion never match, nor will ever your hearts, that is a shame.
Search now, search now. Leave home, go out, hug strangers, let them be the first ones to ask of your name.
Search now, search now. Confront the wall you’ve built to have tea behind it with someone who’ll never come.
Search now, search now. Shut your heart up and go find people who share your road, and once you’re there, you better love whoever’s yours
Dmytro from Trotskiev
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Dmytro from Trotskiev  21/M/Ukraine
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