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Jan 2019
It’s 3 in the morning
I can’t sleep
I have everything I want,
I am lying in a new bed
Have this awsome job
Nevertheless I cry
I feel alone in this big room
I talk all day as I love
I don’t want to talk anymore
Can I just watch Netflix all night
And order wine ?
I will be fine tomorrow
The sun always come back
sindy
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sindy  28/F
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