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Jun 2019
I don't know which feeling to feel
I don't know which of my wounds to heal
I don't know what to hope for anymore
I don't know how long I can go for anymore
I ran out of my less personal, surreal stuff. I guess it's time to get into my more sentimental, love poems. This one was written in the aftermath of all that...
Kornél Paróczai
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Kornél Paróczai  19/M/Hungary
(19/M/Hungary)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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