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Apr 2019
I bleed on people who didn’t cut me,

Cause my mind takes everything so personal

It is so immature,

I have to learn how to surrender

I am tired of trying to understand the unknown,

Someday I’ll find my heart

And peace will be my best friend!
Ilonka
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Ilonka  35/F
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