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Nov 2020
I feel like a lost thing,
On the empty shelf
Just a breathing
And want **** myself
I lost my hope and dreams
And everything between
In ocean of sins..
My depression wins..
First edit with not that good emotions.
LuciEl
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LuciEl  18/F/Czech
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